Meadowlark Prairie Have you come here to play Jesus

She looked to the stranger as she spoke, only glancing at the lightning that broke the sky to look away. She did not fear what could not hurt her. Lightning, however real it was, was one more thing she could escape. It was simply futile on the list of things she feared would take her life. The Beta did not worry about death so much, really. Sithis would take her soul when her time came but she was in favour of his deeds, and she had faith her time would not be up too soon. 

"It just looks like a whole lot of light to me,"

So, maybe she was not as so intuative as she had thought. But hey, I was a valid observation. She found nothing beautiful about it. Often deadly and beautiful where one in the same image, and one rarely existed without the other. There was dark in everything, but also a light. The problem was, the sun didn't shine in Blackfeather Woods.