Sierra smiled and started to thank him once more at the risk of sounding like a broken record when he stopped. She felt an immediate change in the atmosphere.<span style="color: #BF00BF"> "Anthony?"</span>She asked quietly as she heard him quickly move to stand. She tried to move over to him but without him speaking or guiding her to see she tripped and fell onto her stomach. Her arm flew out though and brushed against his pants leg letting her know he was close. She started to haul herself off the ground when he told her to stay down. She heeded his warning and lay there silently. She couldn't fathom what kind of horrible creature had stumbled it's way to them. It just solidified in her mind the fact that she was a bad luck omen. She seemed to have always been.<br/><br/>As the wind raged around them, her fiery locks were tossed about like an angry sea and her hands began to shake nervously. She wasn't afraid of him, but more rather afraid of what could rattle him so. She didn't know that she wanted to meet the thing that was scary enough to scare a demon. She listened hard but she couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary except for the wind. She had been about to ask what was wrong, but in his state she thought better and just kept still.