Oh how fantastic! Rain again! Keeara sighed, looking down at an unopened waterskin longingly. Damn it all, if any of the rain landed in there, her entire drink would be watered down until it was the same cheap crap that taverns tried to pawn off as the good stuff! And sure, the rain was set to chill her to her bones, but not everybody had quite the control over their own body temperature as she did, so it wasn't freezing to death that she was worried about. The way her clothes clung to every curve of her body was an annoyance however, if she was actually looking for something to complain about. And she was. She always was. What was the point in living life, especially the life of an adventurer, without finding something totally inane and pointless to complain about?

Rain notwithstanding, she had to admit, this would probably be a nice place if she were a little more sober. Ruins in a jungle, torrential downpour and the danger of freezing to death? It was exactly like some of the stories, the ones that drunken adventurers would tell at taverns and inns as they tried to one up each other, or impress somebody that they'd had their eye on. Of course, as fate usually decreed, Keeara definitely wasn't the most sober person meandering around those ruins, upturning grass and bush with every step she took, powerful tail thumping against the ground every now and then as she wandered aimlessly.

It was the same old story yet again. Not a planner by any means, Keeara was always just forced to let her legs carry her to wherever they wanted to take her, placing her life in destiny's hands over and over again. It was a tireless, never-ending cycle that she'd long since grown apathetic to, ever since the one place she'd actually felt like she belonged had been razed and burned to ashes.

Of course, it was hard to ignore the strange looks she attracted from anybody that she passed. It wasn't every day that they saw a woman like herself, walking through a torrential downpour wearing what basically equated the leather equivalents of lingerie and a tattered coat, so she couldn't blame them for staring. Also, she looked damn good, so of course they were gonna stare!

Besides, she wasn't the only person that was attracting attention. Spell-casting Fae, a shouting woman, large clusters of people all huddled together for warmth in whatever shelter they could find. Ancients almighty, it was like a scene out of the apocalypse or something. People huddled together as the world slowly froze, sapping all of the life that flowed through them, yadda yadda yadda. It was all the same to a woman like Keeara, being one who believed in nothing but the power of people.

And curses, but that was an entirely different can of worms...

A soft blue glow crept up her tail, starting from the tip and engulfing every single dorsal plate as her body heated, Keeara merely rolling her eyes as she wandered around the tree, steam slowly pouring off of her body. "Man, you'd have thought that they'd be more prepared for the rain by now. This is just silly." A roll of her eyes later, she stepped into the cover of the tree's leaves, finally unscrewing the cap to her waterskin and pressing the rim to her lips, taking a large, greedy gulp of whatever was inside. It was tangy and it burned, but it was pleasant and warming in a way her magic wasn't. "Much better, though this crap has nothing on Dirk's home brew..."