Broken Antler Fen Dead girl!

She intended to pay a visit to Wraen today, though a severe thunderstorm struck in the afternoon, waylaying her. There was plenty of lightning and thunder, the latter rumbling in her bones. Towhee swore she smelled smoke at one point but then the rain came, giving the wilds a proper soaking. It all passed as quickly as it had come and the sun returned, giving the evening air a sort of soupy feel as the Sovereign stubbornly made her way to the caldera's borders, then beyond them to their allies' homestead to the southwest.

Everything glistened with rainwater as Towhee drew up at Brecheliant's doorstep. Her whole underside was damp and she panted in the thick air. She would definitely hang out until past sunset, so the trip home would be much cooler. In the meantime, she sent up a short howl for her friend and then plopped down in the wet grass to wait.