At the mention of a storm Minist too looked off into the distance. She, unlike Belife, could see the dust cloud. Setting her mouth in a firm line she picked up her pace a bit. The weather was turning just like she thought it would. Looking up at Belife she said, "You don't mind if we crash at your hive until the storm passes, do you? I don't think Ratmom would really enjoy a trek back home in nasty weather." Ratmom would probably prefer they turn around and head home now before the storm actually hit, but Minist had no such desires. They were almost to Belife's hive! She wasn't going to turn back now, especially when she had the chance to see some more awesome knife juggling. Looking at the windmill again she sighed, realizing she probably wouldn't get a chance to even attempt to climb it. Oh well, maybe some other time. A time when her lusus was not accompanying her. Maybe after Belife visited her hive.