Thunder Dome plan a pretty picnic

 

Rue had picked a mild day to ascend the dome, recalling the storm she had previously seen on the mountaintop from a distance. After having seen harsh weather play itslef out over the exposed rock face, Rue knew this would be the wrong place to be caught up in an unexpected storm. 

And yet, she summited the dome even so, knowing that the view from the highest peak around had no chance of being matched. She would be able to mentally map terrain that otherwise would have cost her many days worth of travel. 

Rue had looked out over the territories for a long time, nearly breathless at the beauty and diversity she saw spread out beneath the dome.  She was still resting from her difficult climb when the wind began to pick up. Knowing the signs of impending weather, Rue rose to her feet in order to decend to a safer resting place.

Before she could move more than a few paces, the winds had gathered clouds around her, obscuring the path Rue had used to ascend to this point.  Rue's heartbeat picked up, but she still moved with slow, calculated steps. Rushing forward in a panic could lead to a misstep, which would spell distaster so close to the rock face. A rumble of thunder sounded ominously, and a whine escaped the young woman.