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The day had started out just fine. The sun was shinning, but the horizons were dotted with faint white puffs of clouds. If that is what someone wanted to call them. As the day wore on the clouds grew in number and blackened, the wind even started to puck up, ruffling the mane of a chestnut colored paint stallion. He was on a journey, not sure to where, but he had to go somewhere. The winds tugged at him, pushing him forwards as the first hints of rain started to seep from the clouds over head. It wasn't that long before it was an all out down pour, soaking everything within its reach.

Oriole sought the shelter of the trees to keep the hardest of the rain from beating down upon his back. Shaking his head, those coppery eyes watched the dark shadows of the trees. Hunting for any life that might have gotten caught in the rain like himself. At first he didn't see anyone as the cool rain hit the warm ground to cause a thin layer of mist to rise around his hocks. Ears twisting slightly as he listened to the rain that fell around him. He had a feeling he wasn't alone, he was never alone. But this feeling wasn't the same as usual, someone else was here. He just didn't know, where.

As the rain poured, it even ran from leaf to leaf through the tree to drip down upon the stallion that stood beneath. Ears turning slightly as another, larger mare came to take shelter beneath the same tree as himself, Oriole closed his eyes as he became wet all over again. Well, that was lovely and here he thought he would have remained somewhat dry beneath the tree. Apparently it rained here too...

"That is alright, I needed another bath anyways. The pouring rain didn't seem to get all the dust from my coat, apparently." While it was a joke, his even tone couldn't pull it off to save his life.

Giving his body a shake of his own, Oriole glanced back at the mare that shared his shelter. She seemed to be looking off into a direction with this worried expression. Tilting his head to one side, Oriole could understand where the feeling might have come from. Either from having a herd or off spring somewhere and worried about their well being in this rain. He had little ties to much and didn't have the anxious feelings.

"I was called Oriole, still am I guess. Traveling to where the sun blazes hot and water is little." He spoke vaguely of where he was headed, not that he knew exactly where it was in the first place. "It is a pleasure to meet you Misty."

Giving the area a glance over the fog had risen higher than just ground level, it was blanketing everything, snaking its way through the trees and bushes. Looking upwards, the sound of a crow sounded through the rain. It was close, he could feel it in himself. The crow was calling, perhaps to him. It always seemed to come when it needed him. His only silent question was, did Misty hear it too.. But this was something he was going to keep silent about, no one need know that he was a Shaman..

Not yet anyways.