[ The tree helps a little bit, at least, though Ann is pretty much soaked by the time they make it underneath. Her poofy hair is also suffering, her wet pigtails hanging limply down the sides of her face.
She pouts and grabs onto one of them, wringing it of the water, before moving on to do the same to the other one. It doesn't really help. ]
Geez! What was that about?
[ She's never seen a rainstorm come in that hot before. With Allura looking around, Ann follows the lines of her gaze—and notices that the camp had all but disappeared. There were lights up ahead, right? This is creepy. ]
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She pouts and grabs onto one of them, wringing it of the water, before moving on to do the same to the other one. It doesn't really help. ]
Geez! What was that about?
[ She's never seen a rainstorm come in that hot before. With Allura looking around, Ann follows the lines of her gaze—and notices that the camp had all but disappeared. There were lights up ahead, right? This is creepy. ]
Um, what happened to the campsite?