Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

Their game of chase does not last long as Wildfire comes up close and Thuringwethil turns to greet her. Her tails waves behind her though she feels a little extra rain against her face every few ways. Her mate’s closeness causes her to lean in and close her eyes. Even though the wetness hinders cleaner affection, Thuringwethil runs her nose behind her ear quickly before she settles close.

“It will be good for them,” she confirms, leaning into the touch on her cheek. It will be good for all of them, she thinks, she feels similarly content as she had that day with Tirgatao when the rains had initially started. And us.