Shadewood a maze of one-thousand rainy days

For @Bruxa (but open!).

Eventually both the girls returned to the plateau; whether they spoke to him or not, the boy seemed unaffected by the change of location, even as the rain picked up and the body's skin began to quake and tremble from the cold. He rested for short bursts, and by evening had dragged the zombie-like husk that was Screech's body in to the north.

The weather deteriorated slowly and by early evening he was soaked to the core. Darkness swam on the periphery of his existence — the mood of the sky would've reflected the sadness that Screech should've felt now that he had been banished from his home, and his plateau.

But it wasn't his. None of this was his.

The shadows became an intricate maze, and as he staggered towards the overhanging boughs of the forest's edge, he found some reprieve from the weeping sky overhead — and yet, within moments of finding shelter, the rain began to ease off too.