Hoshor Plains Pluviophile

@Azzaro!

The rains hadn't yet fully died out from the wet season. A light, but constant drizzle of many days had flooded the areas of Hoshor Plains that were closer to the river. Patches of mirror-like puddles reflected the grey skies above and obligued all the living things to retreat to more covered areas. But Rakharo didn't. The golden Khal loved the rain. It felt like Zhalia's soft caressing tongue touring his body, and it made him feel alive.

Rakharo knew that this place was constantly flooded both by the rain water and the river's flow, but today it was specially deep, and not even the bison were around as they used to. The rain drops came down from the sky, creating small rings in the water and rhythmical tingling sounds. The Khal knew that the herds would retreat to higher grounds, probably close to Vaes Aenai, so he felt confident to leave them guarded by a few wolves to explore the unknown parts of his land. We was bold enough to walk right into the water which was deep enough to swallow half of his legs. He ventured inside as a thunder cracked in the distance, not knowing what he would find.