Storm Watchers
It was a dark and stormy night.
A tropical forest is illuminated now and again by jagged forks of lightning across the black sky, and thunder sounds ear-splittingly close, again and again. Rain comes in absolute torrents, and the wind whips the treetops mercilessly. Most of the island's people are huddled in the lower levels of the main temple, the strongest of the few stone-built temples. The princess's retainers are down with them, calming everyone. It's a yearly occurence, this sort of storm, but it's never an easy experience.
The princess herself has slipped away to the higher towers, and watches the storm from above the treeline--when the wind isn't causing the rain to pour right in the glassless window.
Come watch the lightning?
A tropical forest is illuminated now and again by jagged forks of lightning across the black sky, and thunder sounds ear-splittingly close, again and again. Rain comes in absolute torrents, and the wind whips the treetops mercilessly. Most of the island's people are huddled in the lower levels of the main temple, the strongest of the few stone-built temples. The princess's retainers are down with them, calming everyone. It's a yearly occurence, this sort of storm, but it's never an easy experience.
The princess herself has slipped away to the higher towers, and watches the storm from above the treeline--when the wind isn't causing the rain to pour right in the glassless window.
Come watch the lightning?