[The moment that Ventus registers how cold it is, he'll feel an even sharper bite of the chilly mountain air, as if the thought alone was enough to bring in a winter front. Where there wasn't snow before, and it starts to flutter down lightly, but... there is a wind that's starting to pick up as well.
A wind that's strong enough to sway the bridge that Tifa stands at, her toes barely on the first piece of tattered wood, and her small hands gripping the posts on either side of her that hold the ropes. The bridge creaks and groans in front of her, but she finds herself frozen on the spot.
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A wind that's strong enough to sway the bridge that Tifa stands at, her toes barely on the first piece of tattered wood, and her small hands gripping the posts on either side of her that hold the ropes. The bridge creaks and groans in front of her, but she finds herself frozen on the spot.
And when she hears footprints, she turns around.]
Who's there!?