Redhawk Caldera castle on a cloud

Joining thread! I'm writing while doubled over in pain because of a gluten allergy, so I'm sorry if this makes little to no sense.

It was raining when she arrived upon the scene, and the droplets clung to the top of her pristine pelt like flies on a donkey's ass, it was putrid. The only water the dainty thing would touch had to be very specific water; like the stuff from the nearby lake, which had piqued her interest. Dove had been quite happy to loiter at it's far eastern edge, but then the rain started... And her desire to stay dry outweighed her desire to be clean, at least for now. With a huff, she had moved on. The lake gave way to rocky terrain which she tried to navigate quickly (all the while mumbling obscenities under her breath). But she was unlucky - and not very skilled when it came to adventuring - so that by the time she decided to give up and simply plop herself down beneath a large tree, she was soaked and muddy.