Ayesha flaps her wings experimentally to ensure that they're completely dry.  She sticks her nose out the door, sniffing the air to assure herself that the storm had more or less passed.  She then mutters something to herself in draconic as she collects her gear.  "Cover me while I go down and take a look."<br/><br/>Mentally dreading flying through even a light rain, she keeps a grip on her bow as she spirals first upward then sharply downward to the level of the glowing patch, composite longbow already notched and half drawn.  If it was trouble, it'd not be very long.