Firestone Hot Springs Rain or Shine (II)

If she was going to become an outrider, then out she would ride! Or something. The word was baffling to her, but that wasn't exactly on her mind when June went tumbling down the mountain, her spidery legs and big feet making quick work of the terrain. She was surprisingly agile when traveling across the mountainous terrain of her home; but as soon as her feet hit the grasslands beyond, they began to slip and slide. There was a light mist clinging to the grass as she tore across it, and in some places the rain seemed to be more aggressive. By the time June stopped to rest, she had reached the hot springs - but they weren't hot. The air smelled like sulfur, which was nasty, but the rain which fell was chilling everything out. It wasn't raining a few feet back -- where had this come from? Suddenly stupefied by the phenomenon, June planted her pale butt in the grass and stared up at the clouds.