I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Rain was a necessary element, and usually a given within the current season, but the amount was impressive, nonetheless. His gaze swept over the mass of water occasionally rising along the isle wakes, as they stood beneath the vestiges of trees. His own incantations had ensured created umbrellas and the twist and turn of droplets around them, cascading in different fixtures, sporadically given over to his restless nature, drifting about in appealing shapes before gliding away.
Tilting his head towards Kiada, content to be in her presence regardless of the weather, he remarked as the damp chill persisted, brow arching at the strange severity of it all. “I do not recall having anything like this before,” not when they were all clustered together, beneath and beyond barriers. There had been other issues, that was certain, but naught threatening torrential downpours and flooding. It seemed far more appropriate to somewhere like Torchline. Leaving that notion to any explanations the Ancient might have, he considered more portions besides the environment. “How are you?”
Tilting his head towards Kiada, content to be in her presence regardless of the weather, he remarked as the damp chill persisted, brow arching at the strange severity of it all. “I do not recall having anything like this before,” not when they were all clustered together, beneath and beyond barriers. There had been other issues, that was certain, but naught threatening torrential downpours and flooding. It seemed far more appropriate to somewhere like Torchline. Leaving that notion to any explanations the Ancient might have, he considered more portions besides the environment. “How are you?”
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