Golden Glade Not every cloud bears a silver lining

Thunder boomed again, and Ayla knew that rain would not be far off now. Her gaze turned to Aspen, who had recently arrived by her side, greeting her with a chuff. She commented on the weather, to which Ayla smiled in the slightest and said "It is. I really love storms, though I worry for the tunnels." Sarcasm was lost on the nymph, though Aspen's kindness was not. After a moment, when the first raindrops begun to splatter against the rock, Ayla asked "How are you, Aspen?" They had some time before the heavens truly opened up and it poured, she deduced.