Storm had to sit in the middle of the snow for several minutes after stepping through the portal to the Air Realm. Her stomach pitched and rolled in great protest and she quickly became light headed. Taking slow and deep breaths, the sharp chill felt good against her face, and eventually the worst past. Feeling better but still not well, she slowly stood up and started a slow pace towards another portal that lead to the unnamed realm. Bracing herself, she had little hope that her body would cope better this time around. Once stepping through the portal, she had to sit down again and repeat the process of calming her system down. Storm was just waiting for the day when the nausea would ultimately win.

Now she was moving again, and though her face lost some of its cheery color, Storm could at least function enough to instruct Paola. Making her way inside, she was greeted with soft and easy murmurs. The sound was of familiar, and it eased the rest of her tension. Counting down doors until she found the one next to hers, she knocked gently, ?Paola??

Paola had begun to unpack, but some time ago a book had caught her interest and her nose had been buried ever since. The knocking on her door sounded like it was several doors away instead of the one right in front of her. She blinked several times, letting the glazed film disappear and quickly hopping over her boxes. ?Oh, sorry!? Quickly opening the door, she punted a box aside, ?Come in, come in.?

?Thank you.? Placing a practiced smile on her face, she quickly scanned the enclosed room with several boxes and item. The claustrophobic atmosphere brought a nervous pitch to her middle, ?Busy moving in?? Hoping to beat the nausea, Storm picked up books from a chair and sat there, placing them on her lap.

?Yes, Anton said no time is better than now. Though, I have been distracted along the way?? Paola trailed off and studied Storm, ?You looked peaked. Are you still unwell?? Sincerity at its best, she even frowned with concern.

?I am afraid that the nerves of the ceremony and the beginnings of a cold do not set well with me.? Storm brought a hand up to scratch her cheek, though her intention was to rub cool fingers along the flushing there, ?However, I feel better than the past few days.? This was a circumstancial statement, but she continued, ?Other than helping you settle in, I would like to make time outside of the usual Guardian meetings for you and I. It is to my understanding that you have been chosen because there is something valuable that you can offer, and I in return can find it.?

Paola slowly nodded, her mind already stacking and shuffling her time. She was going to be one busy Elemental. ?That is fine. If you have the time, you are welcome to watch me settle in and we can discuss what ever matters come to mind.? She was already moving to get back to the boxes and the unpacking.

?Excellent,? without thought, Storm quickly stood to aid in the unpacking, ?we should?? her voice trailed off, and she unceremoniously dropped the books on her lap back onto the chair. Her face turned white and almost to a shade of green, ?Excuse me.? And with that, she nearly bolted out the door and ran for the nearest necessary room.

Her luck had already turned short.