(For Space, who is the bestest, and who is very partial to the name)
There would be no peace tonight, she thought, with this latest army of clouds and their pounding assault on her city.
Oh well, she wasn't going to get any sleep tonight. Might as well brew herself a cup (and eat up that last pao) and see if anybody was out exploring. She could dig out her old binoculars and pretend she was out in the rainforests on a rescue expedition, ready to shore up some sagging souls with a boost of tannin and fermented flour. Maybe she would even sing some old campfire songs to give them a little bit of pep.