Night-Time Gales [AW]

Though the weather was cooling as winter drew nearer, thunderstorms still lashed the continent, and it was in another stormy night that the Spirit took to the wall to attend to her patrol shift. Wind howled, lightning crackled, and she padded along the stones of the wall, tail fluttering in the high winds, cloak billowing around her hips and hood snatched back against the slope of her shoulders. She was pretty sure if she hadn’t been wearing her armor over the fabric it would have been halfway to Silver Island by now.

She squinted into the rain, scanning north toward the Rocks, glowing features dripping. Most prey animals were tucked away in shelter from the storm, but a storm like this was good raiding cover. Eligos and Aerie had yet to conduct their raid, and it was more likely for them to start at the Moor, but she wouldn’t put it past the sharp-minded Abraxas male to use tactics and attack the Plains, instead.

Her mane caught in the wind, blurring in a particularly dour gust and she drew in a deep breath of the sopping wind, letting it out with a sigh the downpour’s roar muffled. Ahead there was a shelter, and she slipped into the sentry hide, taking a moment to use one of the folded pieces of absorbent cloths to soak up some of the rain from her face and resettling her hood with Ayodele’s help as the lemur, grumbling at the soaked nature of her own fur, bounded into the hide.

After a moment, Aurielle slid back out into the gale, back onto her route.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think