Silent Moon Plateau escaping the norm

For several weeks, Alarick had carried on with his duties, hunting, and scouting, interacting as necessary to complete tasks with the others and remaining distant otherwise. But now, there was little enjoyment or satisfaction to be had in it. Depression had once more fallen over him like a cloud, held at bay only by the routines he still tried to commit himself to.

It was ironic, too, that the appearance of actual clouds in the sky brought him the first feeling of joy he had experienced in a while. Dark rain clouds had gathered overhead, and at last, graced the parched landscape with much-needed rain. And it was not just a passing storm. In the day it had taken him to travel here, the rain had not once let up.

It also provided him a needed opportunity to slip away, for a while. He had not explored very much of the mountains, and it was time to correct that. The forest nestled here was different from the willows, too, and a pleasant change of scenery. It was quiet and quaint, complete with a stream that, as many in the lore were at least for now, was once more flowing with clean water.

He could only pray that this was a sign of change. That the drought was coming to an end.

-welcome to anyone in the area. backdated to take place during the rains