Make It Rain [Siobhan]

Clouds thickened in the sky above him as Álarr worked his way down the Rio Grande. A cold wind was blowing down from the north and night fell quickly, eerily quickly. He thought he'd have hours left yet to travel but instead he was walking beneath a dark, starless sky and a land lit up only by the full moon whose light managed to pierce through the clouds. But there was something off about the glow, something distorted. Álarr felt ill at ease but he had no intention of sheltering in this land, he would at least try to make it to the Orchard. The river continued on its way, deep and cold, lined with the bare skeletons of brush and trees that had been stripped of their leaves with the coming of winter.