The heavens tore open in powerful peals, and Starlette gazed out from the mouth of the caves.
Rain torrented from the jagged crest of her stony shelter, slicking the rocks and mountain grass. The clouds growled overhead, and flashed their teeth in brilliant light across the shadowed sky. Stained in ink and deepest blue.
She had never seen the skies so angry before.
He found his daughter watching the storm.
The heavy rains refreshed the dry grounds - hopefully enough to prevent any brush fires, and not too much so as to bring the mountainside crashing down. Merrit had heard stories of flooding from his mother and aunt but had never been in one himself. Only watched as Stone Circle fell, yet this by tremors that came from the ground, and not my those which clapped overhead.
Merrit drew near his daughter and settled by her side. Already, she was growing, along with the star of white ever growing in the charcoaled ink of her face.
She watched in awestruck wonder, even as paw steps rumbled underfoot.
Starlette did not look to her father as he neared her, so amazed as she was by the brilliant display put on by the heavens so far from their reach. She did not want to miss a second.
But curiosity stole the better of her.
The sky is so angry,
she said, eyes still fixed on the warring clouds. She pressed herself against the strength of her father's leg.