And I hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay
A summer storm rushed in from the east, heavy clouds headed on a collision course for the mountains of Draig Cordillera. Before they ever got that far squalls soaked the sprawling grasslands and mounds of King's End, and the stillness of the Barrows was amplified as a haze of mist and rain filled the air. Having strayed just a little ways off from the safety of Meadowreach, Seren found herself soaked to the bone within the first few minutes.
Umbra did not seem to mind the damp, not in the slightest. While flying was made difficult in the pounding rain, he had a grand time of skipping about between the growing puddles. The mood was infectious. Once she had kicked off the boots - they always chafed when wet - and tucked them away, she too began to seek out the puddles. Chanting children's rhymes like this was a game of hopscotch, they took turns picking out the biggest, deepest puddle they could find.
It was Seren who struck gold. Between two of the mounds a veritable lake was slowly filling up, so deep that she could not quite make out the bottom through the rain-splattered surface. A reckless thrill tickled her stomach - it was stupid. She shouldn't.
But she did anyway. With a resounding whoop, the girl charged in and leaped up high into the air. Then down, down she went, and splashed into a puddle deep enough to reach her waist. It was freezing cold, and even as she fended off Umbra as the dragon came splashing in after her, her teeth began to clatter.
A fortunate thing, that shelter and dry clothes was only a step away.
Umbra did not seem to mind the damp, not in the slightest. While flying was made difficult in the pounding rain, he had a grand time of skipping about between the growing puddles. The mood was infectious. Once she had kicked off the boots - they always chafed when wet - and tucked them away, she too began to seek out the puddles. Chanting children's rhymes like this was a game of hopscotch, they took turns picking out the biggest, deepest puddle they could find.
It was Seren who struck gold. Between two of the mounds a veritable lake was slowly filling up, so deep that she could not quite make out the bottom through the rain-splattered surface. A reckless thrill tickled her stomach - it was stupid. She shouldn't.
But she did anyway. With a resounding whoop, the girl charged in and leaped up high into the air. Then down, down she went, and splashed into a puddle deep enough to reach her waist. It was freezing cold, and even as she fended off Umbra as the dragon came splashing in after her, her teeth began to clatter.
A fortunate thing, that shelter and dry clothes was only a step away.
Seren
