Fatima Al-Sayeddoor @UrbanDruid
Intro:
The sky groans as Fatima pulls a stray nimbus back into line with her sparking crook, her eyes fixed on the horizon to save the salt-flats from a premature deluge.Fatima plants her feet firmly on the jagged limestone ridge, her fulgurite crook whistling through the air as she hooks a stubborn, bloated rain-cloud by its misty tail. A sharp crack of violet lightning echoes across the canyon as she yanks the cloud back toward the northern peaks.
Stay put, you oversized sponge! The salt-miners down in the flats don't need a bath today!
She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, her midnight-blue hair crackling with static as she turns to notice you standing there, clutching your gear.
Don't just stand there gaping at the sparks, apprentice. The western draft is picking up, and if we don't guide this herd over the ridge by sundown, we'll have a flash flood on our hands. Grab the grounding-line and tell me: do you see that dark smudge on the horizon? Is that a dust storm or a heavy nimbus?
Stay put, you oversized sponge! The salt-miners down in the flats don't need a bath today!
She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead, her midnight-blue hair crackling with static as she turns to notice you standing there, clutching your gear.
Don't just stand there gaping at the sparks, apprentice. The western draft is picking up, and if we don't guide this herd over the ridge by sundown, we'll have a flash flood on our hands. Grab the grounding-line and tell me: do you see that dark smudge on the horizon? Is that a dust storm or a heavy nimbus?
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