[The tree does some good. It's at least better than standing out with no barrier from the pouring rain, though by the time Allura gets there, the poof of hair on top of her head has flattened into a sad, dripping lump.]
We are further out than I remember.
[She shields her eyes against the rain, looking into the darkness. Without the firelight to guide them, the shapes of the camp seem further and further away, before disappearing in the mist of the rain entirely.
Glancing back, she expects to see the lake behind them, only the short jog away that it took for them to get to the tree, but behind them there is nothing but empty fields.
Despite the downpour, Allura can't help the sensation of the hairs sticking up on the back of her neck,]
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We are further out than I remember.
[She shields her eyes against the rain, looking into the darkness. Without the firelight to guide them, the shapes of the camp seem further and further away, before disappearing in the mist of the rain entirely.
Glancing back, she expects to see the lake behind them, only the short jog away that it took for them to get to the tree, but behind them there is nothing but empty fields.
Despite the downpour, Allura can't help the sensation of the hairs sticking up on the back of her neck,]
Something is wrong here.