<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/8dae2a7de73a69ae0a0feb7f04f7dc43/tumblr_ok7yxn69TL1utyn51o1_1280.jpg)</div>Back in her homeland, Taorii would revel in the rain. Storms were the song of the islands, they fed the rivers, and the winds made the palm trees speak in the thousand whispers of her ancestors. Here though, in this dark, stony land, the rain was a curse. It came without rhythm or rhyme, as if the gods had no hand in their own storms. The ran poured in cold, heavy sheets. Even the very earth itself rejected the rains here, turning roads and soil into a soggy mush. So, of course the birdlike woman would seek shelter against the chilly downpour sure to come. Shameful behavior for one gifted with wings, but the last time she tried to fly in a storm like this ended... poorly<br/><br/>Once inside, she shook, her feathers rustling lightly as she shed rain droplets from them. She blinked a few times to adjust to the differenterent light and observe the others who had taken shelter. It seemed the weather made common cause for the oddest sorts.  "Come in, come in, before the sky drowns you," she urged to the horned one and her pet geckos, waving a hand to urge them into the building. It was then that she noticed that one of the creatures is injured. The red-and-gold plumes at the back of her head rose into a crest, alarmed at the creature's state. "What happened to that one?" she chirped, shuffling from one foot to the other awkwardly, wings shifting beneath her cloak to maintain balance.