34th of Spring, 516AV
She could have sworn the tent shook when the lightning lit up the canvas. Logically, from living in the rainforest, the Kelvic knew that the thunder came after the lightning, but she had never seen it up close. There was comfort in the canopy of trees which protected her clan from any hard the sky could befall on them. The storms in the grasslands were much more frightening. Nothing to protect them, nothing to shield them, and nothing to pick up if they were destroyed. Zulrav gave the Drykas no mercy, and she wondered why they worshiped the one who terrified them so.
Without a fire, Ixzo was merely reorganizing things. Folding loose clothes and pelts into the trunk. It was a hefty feat, but the Kelvic thought if she could cram all their belongings into the only watertight container, they would be saved. Her hands were steady she she crinkled the items. She really never folded things. Once the clothes were washed and hung up, she would simply pile them in a basket and take from what she needed. Living in the wild had very quickly erased some menial tasks which made civilized life easier, tasks that Ixzo never bothered to pick up again. She did not have enough belongings to make a mess, even between her and Rufio. Everything got used, so she saw no worth in stuffing it where it was hard to reach, except for when moving. So it was particularly out of character for her now, and clearly a distraction from the storm that threatened to tear their lives apart with one gust of wind, or one bolt of lightning.
Among the war that raged between the rain and the winds outside, Ixzo could hear the faint bleating of goats. She had no care in the world for the herbivores, but she kept glancing at Rufio instead. Each time a goat cried, Ixzo shivered, worried that somehow history would repeat itself and she would not be able to protect her beloved bond-sister. She couldn't read what was happening in her sister's mind. Their emotions of worry mirrored each other. It never crossed her mind that Rufio might extend her worry to her horse and goats as well, so she never offered any help. Their small tent would surely not fit all the animals in, one of the many downsides of not having a pavilion. Still, Ixzo could not imagine risking their own lives to save the animals. Of course if that was what Rufio would do, the Kelvic would zealously aide.
