Waves crashed onto the shore like soft thunder while the wind tugged at the tide and carried the scent of rain, though the sky had yet to break. Overhead clouds gathered slowly, dimming the bright skies, concealing Solkara's shine and covering her sight from Tempakar, the mighty storm watcher, rolling in with his wrath.
Still, Nova bent to the sand, fingers brushing over scattered seashells, choosing wisely for pretty shells. She paid the brewing storm no mind. She had been used to a little rain back home, and boy, did she welcome it. She had not seen it in some time.
The heat and tropics were beautiful, and Nova had adjusted to the environment, but it had been weeks since the last rainfall. The storm was exactly what they needed, even if it meant being cooped up in the treehouse or cave. What a shame… Whatever could they do… alone… together… Nova chewed her bottom lip, then shook her head as she reached out and grabbed another shell.
