Either way, she knew she had a walk still to go.
By the time she had finally got herself up and moving, the clouds had budded and bloomed. There was a tension in the air that she only half-recognized and discarded as her own mind playing games. It was warm, it was cloudy, and it was damp – nothing more and nothing less. She had barely continued her journey southward when a gale rolled through the forest around her and on its heels, a menacing growl of thunder. That certainly gained her attention.
Within minutes, it was down pouring on her and anything else in its way. The thunderstorm had caught her by surprise and sent her further into the weald around the creek. Her steps felt hastened by the bright flash of lightning, but she found nowhere that would offer her full coverage from the storm as it rolled overheard. Even worse, she thought then, as the ground shifted beneath her to reveal the waterfall up ahead. With no surefire way of getting down in a hurry, she found herself sticking close to the heavy wood, soaked and trembling from the chill that came settling in.