The clouds seemed to have vastly changed their luminosity to a dark impending grey in the sky within minutes, shredding the calm deep blue of the night into an eerie, enraged atmosphere. A line of growing concern formed upon the girl’s face, and she raised her nose to the sky to find the air was becoming increasingly damp with the change of weather. Despite this her guide had seemed un-phased and had continued on to tell the woman about how his own father was the pack’s Aquila, which meant leader in their language and how various members of his family resided within the borders. The woman had been reared in non-feral type of atmosphere and figured she would check out the mansion as a place to sleep, casting her angelical eyes over the plain and aged structure in the distance.
Before she could cast comment on her concerns for the weather it was already upon her, crystal drops had already begun to descend from above with impressive frequency from a sudden downpour. The pair where now cantering, and her nimble stallion’s hooves keeping up with the larger mount’s with ease. A questionable look was placed upon the girl’s expression as she directed her head at Ezekiel, dark dripping hair clinging to the grey hues of her face ”Must be nice, having family so close.. Are there any others in leadership?” She edged, her voice falling slightly mallow. ”You don’t mind a little rain, do you?” the woman asked, hoping a change in the weather forecast wouldn’t call off the tour.
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