Rattleskin Redoubt april is the cruellest month

Catching her breath, Long Rain gazed out into the heat, not an ounce of cautiousness to her splayed form. When the shadowy figure in the corner of her vision spoke, she turned to look at them again, though this time she seemed to regard him a bit more studiously. Wild, golden-eyed, dark, darker, darkening still…

Her tongue lolled as she looked out unto the baked terrain again, perhaps looking for someone. She Who- Dances- in the Long Rain, she said between breaths. Swallowing her spit, she gestured towards him in wordless query. And you?