<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Quickly making her way to the dry spots she could see. Xanaphia did not feel like getting caught by falling trees, or whatever had caused those falling trees. She was too soaked to really want to fight right now. It was a little trudge, as the mud felt thick.<br/><br/>Upon arriving, she would find the the driest path she could, not wanting to just walk under one of the small waterfalls. At least under there, she'd be able to keep a better eye out. The storm was making her uneasy, as she felt that something bad was happening, but the noise of the storm made it hard for her to hear for the bad thing.</span>