Rising Sun Valley the knife's edge

Cloud cover had turned to rain - an established weather pattern in the Teekon Wilds, and one that Bazi struggled to get used to. She couldn't remember the last time clouds had been a minor feature in a blue sky rather than the entirety of it, and after several days of grey she hungered for sunlight.

Boredom had driven her to the edge of the Sunspire Range. She walked just north of Lower Arrow Lake, head down against the drizzle and expression swaying between neutral and sour, switching whenever the wind did. If there were any budding scouts in Swiftcurrent, they had not made themselves known to Bazi, and she walked sullen and alone along the foot of the dark mountain. If something interesting did not show itself soon, she would make for Horizon Ridge and attempt to goad their guardian into eating some more apples. That had been amusing - in hindsight.