Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

I like solid ground beneath my feet, Ivev had replied as they stopped, her pale blue eyes watching as Echelon turned to look out through the portrait of trunks at the broiling waves. She noticed the charcoal female was enraptured by the darkening of the sky, pale orange-white flashes rumbling at the peak of the clouds. It would probably be the last thunderstorm of the season as fall set in and cooled the air enough that the hot streaks of lightning would dissipate until late spring.
Known as Thunder Beings, the claps of the storm and the blinking of lightning through sheets of rain were the products of strange monsters chasing each other through the heavens, whose beat of wings would produce the forked spears that danced from belly to belly of a cloud. Perhaps there were different explanations for this phenomenon, something Echelon knew about that she would perhaps share.
What makes the lightning? Ivev questioned quietly, her chin lifted to point to the horizon. Above them, the sky began to turn a sunset glow as the sun set behind the storm, setting the clouds afire with a yellow aurora.