Zya wrapped her arms around his neck as he took off,  blushing fiercely at the term "my love." Zya pressed her lips against his neck to hide the blush from him, admiring the view as he flew them up to the top of the city.<br/>As they set down,  she looked out over the harbor and smiled.  Bharash certainly had found the perfect spot to enjoy the storm. She stood, she knew this would be the only chance she's have to worship the storm God's in a long time so she would take it.  Then she would take the night with her lover.<br/><br/>Zyaiasvanna,  skyclad, danced with the rhythm of the storm,  hands up,  reveling in the rain running in rivulets down her bare skin glowing pale in soft light shining up from the city below. It had  been so long since she'd felt so in tune with nature,  so free and true and pure. She started singing in druidic,  singing of the beauty of the storms,  and how fierce nature was.  Singing of the rains that would wash away and make pure again. Dancing to appease the gods,  singing to make them hear,  a glow of druidic power surrounding her.<br/>She turned and beckoned Bharash to join her in this spiritual dance to the storms,  her eyes glowing a pale green.