[From a prompt: “Naeris and Dominique must take shelter during a storm”]
[Adventuring, as fun and full of wonderful surprises as it could be, also had its downsides. Peaceful walks could turn into ambushes, a good deal could quickly reveal itself as a scam, a cool, breezy evening could quickly turn into a destructive storm, with trees bending to the howling wind and ice-cold water splashing down onto unprepared faces.]
[Naeris tried to find the positive in everything. It was the largest part of how she was raised and one of the core tenets that her goddess, Lliira, expected of her. Still, it’s pretty hard not to look miserable in a downpour as her elf eyes saw... very little, given the circumstances.]
[She scans the area, taking stumbling steps in any direction that seems fit before settling on what looked like a small cave. She can’t tell if there’s another figure in there, or if her eyes are playing tricks on her. All Naeris knows is that she’s cold and wet and needs a place to hunker down and wait out the storm. So she books it as quickly as the slick forest floor will let her and ducks into the rocky fissure. Her normally wild red hair is planted against her face and neck, and she begrudgingly wrings out her shawl.]
Oh man, I can’t believe that—
[She looks up.]
[And. Welp. Looks like someone else was already occupying this space. Maybe another person who got caught in the storm? Maybe this is their house? Either way, it’s pretty awkward.]
A little fall of rain to help the flowers grow
[Adventuring, as fun and full of wonderful surprises as it could be, also had its downsides. Peaceful walks could turn into ambushes, a good deal could quickly reveal itself as a scam, a cool, breezy evening could quickly turn into a destructive storm, with trees bending to the howling wind and ice-cold water splashing down onto unprepared faces.]
[Naeris tried to find the positive in everything. It was the largest part of how she was raised and one of the core tenets that her goddess, Lliira, expected of her. Still, it’s pretty hard not to look miserable in a downpour as her elf eyes saw... very little, given the circumstances.]
[She scans the area, taking stumbling steps in any direction that seems fit before settling on what looked like a small cave. She can’t tell if there’s another figure in there, or if her eyes are playing tricks on her. All Naeris knows is that she’s cold and wet and needs a place to hunker down and wait out the storm. So she books it as quickly as the slick forest floor will let her and ducks into the rocky fissure. Her normally wild red hair is planted against her face and neck, and she begrudgingly wrings out her shawl.]
Oh man, I can’t believe that—
[She looks up.]
[And. Welp. Looks like someone else was already occupying this space. Maybe another person who got caught in the storm? Maybe this is their house? Either way, it’s pretty awkward.]
...Um, hi!