>>10274217With an annoyed look on her face, Duna looks up at the sky. Grumbling about the shitty weather, she rises from her seat on the beach, closing a familiar-looking beat-up old journal she was reading.
Taking a moment to kick a random watermelon still on the beach out of her beach, she begins to shuffle back toward her beach house, wanting to make sure all the windows are closed and the doors are locked tight before the storm hits.
After all, it seems like it's going to be a rough one.
