Thunder Dome plan a pretty picnic

"For a moment there your looked like you have seen a ghost," Apple, remarked, when Ruenna stepped aside and let her in. The change from the windy, wet and cold conditions outside was remarkable, she walked a little further away (as much as the length and width of the cavern allowed it) and shook her coat heartily. Droplets of water splattered in every direction, but it was enough to deal with most of the water that accumulated in her coat. 

"Dark lady? Must be blown away then, did not see anyone fitting that description, when I came this way," she replied, settling down on her haunches and beginning to groom her paws, moving over to chest and belly. Her coat was plush and thick, she would have to spend more time outside to be properly drenched (or take a lengthy swim), but a ritual was a ritual. Plus, it helped to calm her nerves (or rather hide the fact that she felt unsettled by the raging storm outside). 

"Oh, I must be very rude - I did not introduce myself at all. Apple Blackthorn, young mis," she introduced herself.