For Anya, the heavy rain was both a blessing and a curse.  Although it wasn't enough to completely alleviate her need for a bath fairly regularly, the near-100% humidity certainly made things more comfortable for her where her gills were concerned, and the water itself wasn't hard to get ahold of now, as every single container around the town had been filled to the brim and then overflown within the first hour or two of the downpour.<br/><br/>On the other hand, there was mud<span style="font-style: italic">everywhere</span>now.<br/><br/>Not having a permanent place of residence of her own in the town, she had taken refuge from the harsher aspects of the storm with quite a few others in a cave not far from the town.  Unlike most of the others, the cold and wet didn't bother her at all, but she had been rather uninclined to find out just how badly getting hit by lightning would hurt.  As the others in the cave slowly started to filter out, she couldn't help but notice the centaur that had also taken refuge with them; the confines of the cave couldn't have been pleasant for her, so there had likely been another reason for her to have ventured there in search of shelter.<br/><br/>Her 'invitation' for lack of a better word to one of the younger girls from town had Anya's eyebrows cocked in surprise - while Anya had certainly been eyeing more than a few of their compatriots, that was something she did to most people she met (or was in the presence of for any significant length of time), and she certainly wouldn't have been so bold about it.  That being said, she was more than a little interested in the result, as it had been quite a while since she had gotten herself a meal of any true significance, and the prospect of possibly getting ahold of something a bit more substantial was something that was sorely tempting.