Redtail Rise I do what I want when I feel like it

She didn't know how long she sat there before Arion arrived, but by then, Saena had predicted the course of the storm. She broke her train of thought and put it aside when the burly warrior stepped up alongside her, though, and her eyes went to him instead of the tossing clouds in the distance. He voiced her own concerns and she nodded gravely. Something was coming and they needed to be ready for it.

"See," Saena said, gesturing toward the massing clouds in the south. "There's something weird about those. They aren't moving right. It's like they're all... bubbling or something." If she was closer, the naturalist would've compared it to a slow churning whirlpool, but from here she couldn't make that out clearly. "It's a storm, a big one. I don't know what those clouds are all about, but it's something bad. Hail, maybe?" She was far off, but it was the best guess Saena had. A tornado was unheard of. Literally. She'd never heard of it before.

"But I don't think it'll hit us directly. We might just get a lot of rain. It'll be hard for it to pass the mountain." In Saena's limited experience, storms weren't great at getting over mountains. Maybe the Sunspire range would save them from a direct encounter with that monstrous storm. "But it'll still be bad for us even if it isn't the worst of it."