Stormlights

The word restless didn't quite encompass the kind of deep-seated unease that had wedged itself inside Caelia's heart. It had appeared first when her mother had died, and had been exacerbated by the death of Nolan. They'd hardly been more than acquaintances but he'd been one of her only real friends, which was a testament to just how guarded the Adravendi tended to keep herself. The absence of her siblings had only further agitated that restlessness, and now she felt completely and utterly purposeless. She was failing her mother, tarnishing her legacy, Caelia was certain of it. Four years old and nothing to show for whatsoever. She hadn't made a name for herself like she'd hoped and part of her wasn't sure how she could ever live up to the expectations she'd wanted for herself.

Trekking through the downpour made it had to focus on her thoughts for long though, which was probably a good thing. The moor was soaking wet and at this point she Caelia felt like her paws were practically swimming in the grass beneath her. The loud drumming made it hard to focus on much, and the moisture in the air made picking out any scents damn near impossible. At least Aurielle was easily spotted against the rain that streaked her vision, and she shook some of the water out of her eyes as she picked up her pace and made to catch up to her. Maybe some company would be nice, if nothing else.