The Rains were, as properly named, a season during which the Giza Plains would be drenched in various thunderstorms. More often then not, the rain made the usual Gizan monsters shy away, but often invited much stronger ones to roam about during this time. As such, the usual village residing in the Crystal Glade region of the plains often fled to Rabanastre during this time, and would await until the Dry season's return to go back. The land would shift as well; previously accessible areas would become flooded, blocking and creating new paths.

As the group trekked through the area, their reactions were each different, so to speak. Lightning loomed from a distance, threatening greater showers lest they hurry through. Of course, hurrying through rain wasn't an easy task. The ground often shifted under them, muddiness clinging to their boots and shoes and haste would risk one losing their steps. They also had the monsters to avoid. Some were peaceful, but others were much more bloodthirsty and wished to feed on the travelers. It was a sticky, cooled rain at this time. The normally temperate air became somewhat cool to the touch, the high percentage of humidity causing some anguish to those with much to wear. And yet the rain offered a release from said heat, so to speak. 

Unless you were a certain blonde princess. 

Nadeline felt her boots sink into the land, struggling slightly to keep up. In actuality, she could probably walk fine, but her refusal to get her precious boots dirty left Emiri wondering how in the world did the blonde travel so much. A squeal was always accompanied whenever the rain would decide to come down harder, and often she had voiced her complaints to Emiri, who simply offered short responses and usually ignored them. Nadeline loathed the rain with a passion, clinging to her [url=http://www.daz3d.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/threads-of-the-realm-for-hooded-cloak-1.jpg]raincloak[/url] as if it were a security blanket, though she somewhat blamed Jaakuna's ship for being unable to fly in these conditions ("[B]Flying through the Jagd is not an issue, but some water is?![/b]). Still, her grumblings were often low, and she trailed behind as they made their way through the plains.

Emiri paused before a bridge, adjusting her [url=http://www.daz3d.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/threads-of-the-realm-for-hooded-cloak-3.jpg]raincloak[/url] as she examined the planks. The water had risen to a level that the planks seemed to float on top of them, the ropes barely holding them together. She looked back at [url=http://www.daz3d.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/threads-of-the-realm-for-hooded-cloak-0.jpg]Wesley[/url] and [url=http://www.daz3d.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/t/h/threads-of-the-realm-for-hooded-cloak-2.jpg]Jaakuna[/url], pointing to the bridge. "[b][color=f6989d]We need to be careful when crossing, the bridge looks rickety.[/color][/b]" She said loudly, having to raise her voice a bit to be heard over the rain.

By this point Nadeline had caught up, her cheeks pink as she huffed and puffed, clearly having spent too much energy pulling herself out of the mud every time her shoe would get stuck. She took one look at the bridge and stared at Emiri in disbelief. "[b][color=fdc68a]Won't we get wet?[/color][/b]" She asked pathetically, already knowing the answer. "[b][color=fdc68a]I mean...the river looks pretty deep...what if the bridge breaks and we fall in?[/color][/b]" She asked worriedly.