Solira: The Ocean: SIMON -- you're never lost if you follow your feet

Rain.

It pelted the sandy ground in dark dots. The dry, salty soil at first poofing and exploding in a spray of fragments as the drops detonated on its parched surface. Quickly though, as the tempo of the rain increased beneath the weight of the storm, the soil became slathered by the wet and was glued to itself. The rain fell until it collected in puddles together, overflowing in miniscule rivers to another, larger region, until finally it would wash away in the foam and salty fingers of the sea.

Huyana watched it fall with the wide-eyed bliss of a child experiencing the splendor of a snow doused world, or the colors of their first seen sunset. The rain, so natural, so common, so irritating to some was like a heavenly gift for the roan scholar. She stood in the heat of the flurries, black marked head lifted to the skies as if to summon it directly to her. Her mouth hung half open, and she smiled as the occasional drop plopped against her tongue. It wasn’t long before her hair had turned dark and her black threads clumped together and pressed tight against her neck or her rump. Trails of rain dripped down her barrel and legs, parachuting off the curled tips of her raven feathered hairs, trickling down the curves of her muzzle and cheek bones. She sighed, a long, heavy sigh of pure content.

Her water rejoiced with her heart.

As the storm moved down the beach Huyana followed it, summoning the fringes of her Bullet Rain so that she could tug the rainfall towards her, arching it as much as she could so it fell in a tumulus torrent upon her. She could barely see through the sheet of free falling water, but it was a good blindness.

She stopped as her cool, amber gaze ran across a solitary figured. Curiously Huyana watched the horse for a while, pulling forward only as the rain beckoned her to follow. With a stormy grace she slipped beside the stranger, quietly. Her black head dropped by her legs, shifting the mass of wet black upon her neck into a curtain of needles. She simpered through the black veil. ”I thought I was the only one who stood in the rain.”

Water II - Bullet Rain - Apprentice - Solira