Stormy waded out of the cool, secluded pond, water running down her curves in silver rivulets and leaving dark spots on the beautiful black sand. She grabbed her dragon hide coat from an overhanging branch and wrapped it around herself; she was pleased that it worked so well as both armor and a robe. As the water dripped from her hair, she padded across the emerald clearing to her small campsite, stoking the fire to keep the little pheasant she'd killed roasting, and ducked into her tent to get dressed.<br/>Stepping back out in her full attire, Stormy layed back on the grass and enjoyed the beautiful day as her dinner cooked. Her morning had already been busy, what with that wagon full of mages actually trying to fight back and all. The poor fools must nit have heard of her yet! Well, now they knew that dragon hide deflected magik. And now she had some very powerful baubles to sell! But now she just wanted to relax; she spread her wings out wide on the plushy grass, letting the sun toast the remaining dampness from them, and gently drifted into a nap.