LILYCREEK
The orange and white furred molly loved the rain. Truly. She loved playing in it when she was younger, and now, she loved the petrichor that would follow. What she didn't account for was the heaviness of the rain as it relentlessly pounded on their backs as they walked. Everything was slick and muddy on the forest floor, and twice now, she nearly fall face forward. The sand wasn't any better and she groaned internally.
Sand. Gross.
A startled honk parted the crowd, and her head shot up in alarm. She looked up in time to see Pikestar fall off the Seastones, and fear swelled in her a little. Oh dear, what he alright?
Raccoonear and Fawnlight made it to him, presumably to check on him, but she heard chuckled, so hopefully, he was alright.
Sighing through her nose (and subsequently inhaling some water resulting in a sneezing fit), she stood off to the side, ready to help others through the mud and sand.
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Estelle - just for when Nightshiver comes and you potentially want them to meet like that
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