OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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felix laurens | CAVES | post-Event

[badland]

[They don't build shelters, even with rain coming - and Felix had known it was coming, had felt it in the air hours before it fell. The makings of camps, heavy canvas and supports, were too much for them to carry. They needed to be quick, move fast. That was what gave them an edge.

The land provided, anyway, provided far more than the other travellers they encountered ever seemed to realise. Felix had found these caves years ago, but there were more, all noted in his mind, a vast map of their territory - a territory with no borders, stretching as far in any direction as they could travel and back again. Felix kept no limits on himself, and didn't expect any of his people to have any either.

He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, either. He sends a couple of people down deeper into the cave for water from the spring hidden in the depths, then sets to making a low cooking fire by the cave entrance. The tinder catches, and he glances up at the rainfall.]

Looks like we're here for the night, at the least.