Shadowwyn Moor half awake, i wander through this house

Dreary weather was oftentimes the perfect component for her schemes. Among the Monkshood, she’d had a penchant for it. Even before, back when she was named for running, rain was her favorite weather.

But slogging through a moor with her body drenched to the bone wasn’t on her schedule. Even then, Nephele couldn’t find it within her soul to care beyond a substandard huff at the sky when it opened up and cast her into a world of squinting through the rain for shelter, before deciding it wasn’t worth it and trotting a little bit faster through the moor. Sure, she was flecked with mud from her shins down, and she was fairly certain she hadn’t gotten leaves out of her fur from the last time she passed through a wooded area, and if she turned her head just so she could see a small stick tangled in her grey pelt, but this was fine. Everything was fine. Sure, her world was on fire, but if she closed her eyes she couldn’t see it and if she couldn’t see it, it didn’t exist. That’s how it worked.

She tipped her head back after a bit, feeling a short breeze ruffle her fur and unsettle her stick buddy. Her only consistent travel companion, good ol boy. But Nephele allowed her eyes to to skyward, asking a silent question to the clouds. Their answer came in swift retribution of one raindrop smacking her in the eye, and the other going right into her nostril. Nephele gave a short hurk, snapping her head back down to her chest, blinking rapidly.

Ow ow oh shit ow- She wiped her leg down her face, one eye kept closed as she rapidly tried to sneeze out the raindrop.