[Closed to Felicity (if she likes), Fenn, Keeara & Yvonne.]

The weather was mild for Dheathain, and by mild I mean the torrential downpour of rain drenched the jungle heavily, soaked the greenery until the grasses at one’s feet had become moist and soggy. Mild because the sun wasn’t getting a look in with all the cloud cover. The humidity suffocated those who desired to breathe air, which seemed to be an endeavour everyone found themselves involved in - thick and muggy, like inhaling a healthy globule of mud. No, no good venturing out in that unless you had no alternative whatsoever.

A few fae inhabitants of Donnalaich had a resolution for the undesirable climate. They could clear the air in a spherical radius around themselves, blow away the humidity so they no longer needed to experience it. Nearby citizens enjoyed the cooler temperatures for a while, so long as they remained with the air fae within their dome of influence.

Yvonne wasn’t particularly inclined to seek out these air-conditioned spheres or their fae creators. Magic frightened the wits out of her. The Alerian didn’t understand it enough to feel comfortable around such reckless sorcery. Every time she’d been exposed to magic, in one or another the exposure had proven dangerous. Surely the bending of reality had some kind of consequences attached. The hybrid understood those well - actions and reactions, causes and consequences.

Still, the miserable rain compelled the half drow, half dwarf to seek shelter. Despite how frequent the monsoon weather rolled through, this dreary delivery had come as a surprise. One moment the sunlight staggered her with its intensity and sizzle. The next this wet, wretched weather.

The half-and-halfling scurried beneath a ruined building overhang and through a chilly stone wind tunnel. Her white woolen cloak diverted some of the windchill but the rest blew right through her diminutive body. Tufts of her black fringe whipped around in the gusts, the rest secure in a bun and hidden beneath an equally white hood. She cursed her love of corsets and high heels as she trudged through sinking grassy ground, even as the bitter breeze slowed her down.

Yvonne wanted to retreat to the inn but circumstances worsened. She had to find somewhere to hunker down for a while, lest she get sick. If she got ill that could be the end of her out here in the jungle. Doctors were nigh on impossible to find.

The perceptive woman noticed a gathering in the distance. A crowd of drakari, fae and a few other individuals huddled together under the immense boughs of an enormous tree. Every leaf was possibly twice her size and deflected the rain drops with ease, like insignificant gnats trying to find a way through mesh. A fire fae seemed to be keeping the others warm with his magic. Most of them crowded around his red-hot incinerating presence.

“By tha slag-slingers of Salvar, give me a break from these fire-flinging fae!” Yvonne shouted upward as rain drops blurred her vision. She shook the water off, cranky, but of course, plenty more rain where that came from. Few options lay before her in the matter and she knew it.

Hurried, hoping to avoid getting her hair wet, Yvonne scrambled toward the gargantuan tree. Everything would be better once she made it beneath its robust, custodial leaves. As long as that fire magic remained well away from her, thank ye very much, she wouldn’t have issues. Going right around the immolated fae seemed the best choice, regardless how wet the encircling made her.