.#emilykinney - "It started to rain. As much as they wanted to groan in irritation, they could not, for rain was always inevitable in such situations. The rain clouds couldn't cover the moon, though. It continued to bore down on them, black and malicious, a delicious sight. Magga yawned, rain drops splattering her sharp pearly teeth, the lantern wobbling at the end of her grasp. Merga sniffled impatiently, shaking the water off the brim of her hat, which had been pooling around the buckle."