Itching for relief

Just like that, the winds pick up. Waves whip along the beach, the Miana itself grows restless with makeshift waves lashing out at the air. But that’s not all. The trees nearby, palms of that nature that are used to this sort of weather, remain standing strong and tall. At least until a sharp wind cuts through and tears off a branch of the palm, flinging it into the Miana narrowly avoiding Chulane and Milo as it crashes.