TALES OF THE WIND | joining

[breena]

[align=center]— breena | halls of hiraeth rouge | druid —

Rain.  Light rain, at least.  A gentle fall shower.  The petite badger imagined, in the moons to come, the precipitation may become a biting cold, accompanying graying skies.  This rain reminded her of spring.  A gentle reminder warmer days would return again, as they always.

Storms kept the druid inside.  The lightning made her fur prickle.  Her chest squeeze.  The gentle droplets of water running down her dark pelt came without aggression.  No sharp flashes of light.  Breena could hardly mind such a kindly offering of water, replenishing the grass and trees before they went dormant for the winter.

The youthful rogue decided to enjoy the kind shower with a quick patrol of the Halls' outskirts.  More curious than defensive.  She wandered often, offering the trees, flowers and bushes her quiet company. 

But underneath the overgrowth, her dark hues caught a splash of black and red.  A little fox.  Watching the rain, she realized.  Oh.  Well.  She couldn't accuse someone seeking shelter from the rain of trespassing.  Much less someone as young looking as this fox.

Quietly, Breena crept a little closer, stepping into the open a fox length away so he could see her clearly.  "Hello there," she smiled softly, dark hues warm and curious.  What brought a child, alone in the rain, here?  "What's your name?" While not entirely indifferent to the fact she was spending extra time getting wet, the druid decided she didn't mind and sat down in the wet grass.

— I WILL TRY TO BE THE BRIGHTEST —