i've got no place to run

A storm was brewing on the horizon. It was a fact that anyone could see, though to someone as accustomed to keeping tabs on the weather as Kiela it was more than obvious. The sky, clouded over in a bleak shade of grey, was only growing darker with each hour that passed. What had once seemed like a mere storm brewing across the water shifted slowly into something that she could tell was far more serious. She swore she even felt the pressure in the air shift, a dull headache beginning to form just behind her eyes as she made the descent down from one of the tall ridges that formed the sides of the basin. Before long she'd make her way back north, but she'd spend a good portion of the season exploring western Boreas and its oddities, which were certainly plentiful. Wasn't necessarily a place she'd be eager to return to but it wasn't like she regretted her journeys either. Regret wasn't something she knew anyway.

By the time she reached the bottom of the ridge she'd navigated down, she noted the sky had darkened drastically, seemingly all at once. The winds picked up and whipped around her, the tall grasses lifting and tickling her legs. Casting a glance to the see, she noted how the horizon had grown darker and more ominous - no doubt a portent of potentially destructive weather to come. When things shifted so rapidly she knew trying to outrun the forces of nature was futile. It would be better to brace herself here and hunker down for when the storm finally hit. Deciding not to waste any time, she went to scout the base of one of the tall ridges, looking for anywhere that could potentially serve as makeshift shelter.