Even Pippin’s wings looked cold. They fluttered sporadically amongst the lingering puffs that betrayed the team’s increasing wear. Frost had started to creep, in delicate lace-like patterns up ED’s torso as he trudged upwards. Collectively, they braced themselves as another skin stinging gust whipped around the brae. May’m’s leg muscles burned and she pulled her scarf up to cover her wind bitten face. The icy blast never slowed… and suddenly, the piercing gale swept unnaturally around the Storm Chasers, culminating into a roaring, hostile air elemental.