She'd seen falling rain in the distance before, on the sea, off the coasts. Rainbows and fogs and all manner of strange shapes in the sky.

But these were definitely cursed clouds, or fae-touched, at the very least. She knew because after a great deal of consternated staring, and a great deal longer of consternated trying-to-ignore-them, and a brief time yelling profanities at them in various languages, she was completely certain they were trying to talk to her.

Which clouds were absolutely NOT supposed to be doing. Ever.

Reading the sky didn't mean communing with it! No. She would not be following strange magic into what would undoubtedly be a trap contrived by otherworldly mischief-makers!

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