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Aria didn't live in a house. She lived in a tornado. It was a cozy F4 vortex, furnished with flying debris she had caught.
She was the Witch of the West Wind. Her hair was always messy, and she had to shout to be heard.
One day, a man knocked on the wind-wall. He was a weatherman named Gale.
"Excuse me!" he yelled into the roar. "You are disrupting the flight patterns!"
Aria spun the tornado down to a gentle breeze. She stepped out, floating a few inches off the ground.
"I'm just dusting," she said.
"You relocated a herd of cows to the next county!" Gale pointed out.
"They wanted to travel," Aria shrugged. "They were bored of the pasture."
Gale looked at her. She was wild, chaotic, and beautiful. He adjusted his tie.
"Look, I can't have you spinning around willy-nilly. But... I do have a cold front coming in next week. I could use some turbulence."
Aria smiled. It was a stormy smile. "Are you asking me out on a weather event?"
"Maybe," Gale said, blushing.
They went on a date. They chased a hurricane. They rode lightning bolts. It was a turbulent romance, full of high pressure and warm fronts. And the forecast? 100% chance of love.