caught in the rain, no piña coladas

The dreamer had done it. She made it through the bonfire without panicking, without having to make an abrupt exit. Sure, she'd spent most of today sleeping because of it, but all things considered? It could have been worse. Maybe she was learning to cope. Since the visit from her grandmother, things had been... easier. Some of the blocks around the things that made her anxious were starting to... well, they weren't lifting entirely, but the barriers were beginning to break down. She could find her way around them, through them, a little more easily now.

A late-afternoon stroll seemed like a good idea. May as well enjoy the summer while it lasted, right? An adventure sounded really quite lovely, even if the adventure was just out to the Grove. Maybe she could pick some mint, and maybe the huckleberries would even be ready. The fresh air felt good but oh-- what's that?

Storm clouds on the horizon, and the first crack of thunder. Meadow's eyes went wide, her ears flattening back against her head at the sudden noise. Startled, but she'd take a deep breath. Steady herself as best she could. What was a little rain? She could handle this. A change of plans wouldn't ruin her day. Not today.