#brightwindsbarony

The rain proves to be a warm and enchanting one. It looks just how the baroness imagined it.

"And it smells just right..." She basks in it, standing on one of the balconies (and getting soaked.)

Looking down, she sees a centaur similarly cavorting in the soft spring rain, far below.

So joyful nessie that some might be tempted to join her

Irene does! Hop in a puddle - SPLOOSH.

"I'm melting, I'm melting.. what a world" A young owl pooka calls out in fake alarm

"Hey, Stu! Come plaaayyyyy."

"No, it futzes my feathery coolness!"

A spritely laugh as Nessa gallops in a circle, splashing a little!

Grete is back with Stu, content to watch but not really seeing the NEED to get all soggy...

Ashlee is almost girlishly hanging back

Cathir however, laughs and spinns in the rain

"C'mon! It's mud!"

Ryder peeks out "I gotta get my mudding treads.." And rolls back to do that

Soon, something of a rain dance is on going, or is it a rain and mud party?

Irene does not seem to mind getting muddy. She does try to drag Ashlee and Grete out to plaaayyyy.

"Fiiiine....." Grete moves out to admire how one of the larger stones gleams nicely once wet...

Ashee finally comes out

'NOPE NOPE NOPE.. I got bit, got the hydrophobie!" The owl boy refuses

"Right? They shine when they're wet! I wonder if you could use mud like cement and make a cairn..."

"Oh yeah, some of htis will become clay" Ryder says

In truth, it's not getting THAT muddy in some areas the ground is too baked to absorb, fortunately not enough rain for flood risks

"Clay, like the kind Sparrow uses in art class?"

"I like working with the clay. She's gonna fire my unicorn and then I can paint her purple."

Ryder nods "You could probably make some if you could find it" To Grete.

And Grete.. COULD Find it. Dowsing is what her kith does!

Irene is now stacking pretty rocks.

She presses her hand into the damp sand and seeks!

getting drienched and avoiding looming puddles, Grete makes her way to a niche.. oo a rivlet

There under that moving water stream that's formed. CLAY!

She recognizes the feel of the different substrates - the gritty yet pleasant exfoliating feel of the sand, the craggy ridges of a bit of granite, the slip of the mud made of a mix of dust and soil with the warm spring rain, tingling just a bit with the glamour used to draw it down... she seeks further, and here it is! Smooth and pliable, yet firm... and brings up a fist-sized hunk of slippery, wet clay.

"I found it!"

Good quality stuff... but...

She squeezes it in her hand, and considers...

She avoids slipping into the water and rivlet and carried off.. it's not like it's deep, but it would have been embarrasing and maybe a BIT Dangerous. For a second she almost slipped

Whoops! She stumbles a little, and straightens, cheeks darkening a moment. She wouldn't have been HURT she's sure, but Felicity might have laughed at her.

"If we can mark this spot, I can come back and dredge up more once the water has seeped away a bit, or dried up."

Felicity did giggle for a second but only a second

And then she says "Ugh.. guys?"

"Yeah?" Grete is eyeing the water wondering if she dares try for a second piece.

"Out in the rocks near our fort" She points

Cathir turns "The sharks are ggoing nuts" She says with her eyes focused

"Oh, wow! Like... cavemen, or archeologists, getting clay!"

"Oh, hey! Sharks!"

And the sharks are thrashing about wildly, actually leaping out the soil.

"Wooowwww"

Irene realizes.. the sharks are thrashing kind of wild.. they're not happy.. it's kind of like fish on land

"Are they playing?"

"...I think they might be in trouble?"

"Like - can sharks drown?"

"No, they live in the water." Grete says, and it takes her a moment. "Oh. OH."

And with that, the kids all realize the sharks are drowningg..they can swim through rock and dirt, but mud is.. trouble