And the rain begins to clear
After three solid days of rain, the weather finally begins to break. The sun peeks through the clouds. The smaller puddles begin to dry up. The temperature cools significantly and even though there are still large puddles on the ground, the capybaras are reluctant to splash in the cold water.
The seamstress drags her dye vats back out into the sunshine, scolding her apprentices the entire way. The master smith...well, nothing really changes for him. Servants filter back into the temple from the north, dropping their leaf-umbrellas haphazardly on the ground. It's a good thing, too. Much easier to walk across giant leaves than attempt to jump a wide, deep puddle. A few people come from the south, carting wagons piled high with winter vegetables now that the rain over Ardel has lightened and the roads are no longer so difficult to travel. Life at the temple returns to normal.
The seamstress drags her dye vats back out into the sunshine, scolding her apprentices the entire way. The master smith...well, nothing really changes for him. Servants filter back into the temple from the north, dropping their leaf-umbrellas haphazardly on the ground. It's a good thing, too. Much easier to walk across giant leaves than attempt to jump a wide, deep puddle. A few people come from the south, carting wagons piled high with winter vegetables now that the rain over Ardel has lightened and the roads are no longer so difficult to travel. Life at the temple returns to normal.