Tidas and Murdoc were chatting as they helped each other set up their tents. If the Highlander King would've gotten his way, he would've simply slept underneath the stars, but the sky had been hidden away by clouds all day.
The ones from this morning had stretched out and darkened as the day had pressed on. It had started out as a mist, then evolved into thick droplets by the time they had finished setting up camp. It made it difficult to move around and do much else until it stopped.
Murdoc and Tidas were squatting under a tarp that had been half-tied off to a couple of tents, then pinned down by spikes on the other side. They watched the rain coming down in sheets, which made Tidas worry about Skye. She didn't even think about the weather when flying around, as long as there wasn't any thunder or lightning.
