Stuck in a Storm

Solo or RP Format
Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7

Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?

[ A storm has resulted in your character finding themself stuck in a location with others. Who do they encounter? What conversation do they have? And how do they feel about the strong storm rolling through? ]


When Aerexa decided to leave home for a few days to clear her head she hadn’t expected the downpour. It came without warning and at first she’d been grateful for the reprieve from the summer heat. Now, however, with the rain pelting down so hard she could barely see she’d started to think otherwise. Where was she even going? She’d been walking for ages in the rain, just meandering through earthling lands, and now…now she wasn’t so sure where the path even was.

She’d suffered through it for a day already and tried to press through, but not now. Her body was waterlogged and exhausted, both from trying to steer through the storm and slushing through the muk. Aerexa huffed, raising her arms to try in vain to shield her eyes, but then…Ah ha! Yes! A cliff! It was sloped with just enough of an overpass where a dry spot formed and-
-well, it was already taken. A hunched form was pressed back against the stone, but that wasn’t’ stopping Aerexa from running headlong towards it. She got as close as she could, scootching herself in tight even as the stranger verbally baulked at it and reached for a dagger. “Woah, woah! Calm down, you’re alright. I just need a minute.”

“You’re taking up all the room!” Ah, so a girl then. Not a grown woman, but a little lady, with a high pitched squeak in her voice. When Aerexa dared to lower her arms she caught sight of the figure and smiled. The girl looked no more than ten and her hair – curly, presumably – was plastered down against her skin. She was Geian, with a hard tint to her face that made Aerexa think she’d spent hard time in the sun, and the fact she didn’t shy away from the Vandrea said a lot for her bravery. So many others would have but this girl….She was actively shoving Aerexa. “Scoot over! I’m getting rained on.”

“I’m over as far as I can go!”

“Then get out!”

Rude little brat. Aerexa just huffed and moved as far to the edge as she could. In all honesty it wasn’t easy. An Aishan’s body was already so much bigger than an earthlings and with her muscle it made it harder to make herself small. Not that it would have helped. She had a feeling that even if she were as little as a bug this girl would take offense. “Why’re you so fluffed up? Don’t like a little rain?”

“No,” She grumbled. “Makes getting’ where I need to go harder.”

“And where do ya need to go?”

“Why do you need to know?” The Geian snapped.

“Sheesh, alright, sorry.” In the awkward silence that followed Aerexa did her best to slid down the rock wall, keeping as much of herself dry as possible, before nestling down to sit. The entire time she could feel those eyes on her. “…What?”

“Nothin.”

“Nothin my butt, you were starin. Haven’t seen a Vandrea before?”

“…No.”

Ah, well, at least she was honest. Aerexa hummed and turned to look at the girl. She was still as bristly as before, but at least she was letting her curiosity take over.

“…I’m going to my father’s farm. It’s just over this hill. Mother said I couldn’t go until Autumn, but I want to go now. Don’t gotta spend more time in the city than I have to.”

“Do they not live together? Your parents?”

“No. Papa has his farm and Mama lives with Mr. Skiitz in the city.” The child groused.

And really, that was concerning enough. A child, this young, on her own in the wild? What if something were to hunt her down? She was already starting to think that the girl had run away from home, especially if she was this far from any actual paths, when she asked, “Do you think your father would trade with me? I need some supplies.” It was a paltry excuse, but something about letting that girl go any further on her own rubbed Aerexa the wrong way.
“Maybe. You can ask him once the rain stops.”

If it ever stopped. It still showed little sign in slowing and that’s what worried her. What if there had been a mudslide or some kind of flood? Then she would have truly been lost… “Yeah, that sounds good.” She’d have to make a little detour, but honestly, it would be worth it in the end just to see the kid safe at home.

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