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Chapter 43: Drizzle<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

In Which Some Rain Falls.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Arrin Woodgreen: The otter wakes both wet and cold. It seems during the night the weather changed and it is now raining slightly. He turns towards Jozra and nudges his sleeping, and equally soggy companion. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Joz, wake up.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: The ferret groans, rolls onto her back and sleepily rubs her eyes. And then wipes the water out of them. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh fun.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He chuckles dryly and blows water from his whiskers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I guess we move as soon as possible then?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Jozra nods. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please tell me the food stayed dry.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He rises from the soggy blankets and cloaks. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well I put them under the tree…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: The ferret staggers to her feet and shakes the water out of her damp cloak. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Doesn’t look like it’s been raining too hard, they might still be dry.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He shuffles over to the tree he left the food under. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It’s no good, we lost everything but the bread.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Jozra shakes her head and mutters, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcSandstorms!\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 under her breath. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Looks like we’re back to foraging.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He gives her a hopeful smile. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153At least it’s spring now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: The ferret nods thoughtfully. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Well, shall we breakfast?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He shakes his head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I’m not all that hungry, if you want something, by all means help yourself.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Jozra pulls the cloak tight about herself and digs into the pack, breaking off a chunk of bread and stuffing it into her mouth. She tries to speak around it. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Leffs gom.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: The ferret’s message comes across and he packs up the blankets and heaves it onto his back. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Lead on then!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Jozra hefts her own pack and leads the way back to the road, still chewing on the bread.<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He walks along side her, whistling the tune again from back in the mines.<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Finally the ferret swallows. She adjusts the pack straps and glances at the otter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It doesn’t look like the road goes much further. It keeps getting narrower and narrower.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He frowns. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hmmm… Should we keep walking after we reach the end then?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Jozra peers through the spattering of rain ahead, idly shaking mud from her footpaws. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That’s the thing, I’m not quite sure where it ends. Perhaps we should try to steer towards the river. At least then we’ll be on the right side of it. Maybe we can back track after that and hook up with the road we were on.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He nods yet again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That sounds like a plan.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: The ferret turns South and leads the otter through the trees. Thanks to the canopy above, the rain isn’t quite as irritating, but the going is still damp and muddy.<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He follows behind the ferret this time, letting her watch out for branches and rocks for him.<\/p>\n

Yazeth: Occasionally, the sun breaks through and shines weakly on the waterlogged landscape. Jozra takes her bearings from these moments of illumination and keeps their course roughly southerly. Eventually, up ahead the sound of running water can be heard.<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He perks up as he catches the sound of the close by river. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Can you hear that?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Yazeth: The ferret glances at the otter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hear wha… Oh. Yeah, I can. Thought it was the rain or the wind at first though.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

Arrin Woodgreen: He smiles. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We’re close then.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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