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The rain hadn't let up in hours. It poured in sheets, soaking through cloaks, boots, and patience. The hill path had turned to mud, and every step came with a squelch or a slip. Xander's cloak clung to him like wet parchment. Iris's braids were coming lose and her white dress stuck to her skin, her boots making a sound that could only be described as tragic.
"How much longer until we find shelter, Iris?" Xander questioned. "We've been in the rain for hours."
"This map is waterproof, not miracle-proof-and I didn't summon the storm, nerd!" Iris snapped, holding the soggy parchment up like it had personally betrayed her.
"You picked the path," Xander shot back. "I said we should've taken the ridge."
"The ridge was a cliff, genius." Iris countered "Do you really wanna die that bad?"
"At least cliffs don't squish when you walk on them." Xander said rolling his eyes, "My books keep sinking in the mud."
