She saw them across the the street before they saw her. Normally, she would have been safely hidden by the large crowds, but everyone had disappeared in anticipation of the coming weather. Usually, she would have fled before they could glimpse her, but today her red Novice's robe would be seen the instant she stepped from the shadow of the stall to run to an alley.
She closed her eyes, muttering a prayer to the gods she served and almost believed in.
Drunken laughter, then quiet.
Chanting now, coming from the girl's lips.
The wind died complete.
Footsteps on the pavement, getting closer.
A distant rumble of thunder.
She could count the men by the sound of their footsteps alone. Three.
The air filled with the smell of ozone.
The breath of ale on her face. A hand close enough to her face she could feel it.
The girl opened her eyes.
The storm broke.