You’re asking for it...
A smile creeps over the Nightwatcher’s face. Not the good kind. “I see,” she says, “the abundant Stormlight here isn’t good enough for you? Fair enough. If that is what you wish for, then that is what you will receive. Go home child. You boon awaits you there.”
As you walk home, you can’t shake that uneasy feeling. The words of the Nightwatcher linger in your head, and you can’t quite fathom why the Nightwatcher would make your boon appear at your house.
As you open the door to your home, you hold your breath. But... nothing’s there. Everything is exactly how you left it. It’s odd, but right now you’re so tired you decide to go to bed.
In the middle of the night, however, you hear something strange. It starts as a low rumble, and slowly gets louder. Wind whips around trees outside, and even starts to uproot some of them. Is this some sort of hurricane?
No, this is the Highstorm that will now start following you around, you’re own personal Stormlight generator.
I wish for a frying pan.