Still so Far

It was night. Dim moonlight shown through the branches of the tree.

Amissa had been awakened be a feeling of cold on her hooves.

She looked to see that the river has risen while she slept. If was now brushing her hooves where she lay.

She looked closely, and even in the dim moonlight, she was able to make out that the water was now murky. As apposed to how clear it had been when she had lay down.

She stood up. Her fur covered in damp, cold, sandy patches wherever her body had touched the ground.

Her sunburn had died down with the heat, and she now relished in the cold night.

It was dead quiet, save for the sound of the river.

She made her way out from under the tree and looked to the sky. It was a clear night.

The stars were clearer than she had ever seen. They shone so brightly, and so numerously that she was nearly convinced that the sight couldn't be real. The only interruption was the dim, slowly waning crescent moon that now lit the world around her.

She scanned the sky closely, until her eyes came across a dark patch, far to the north.

Clouds.

The first she had seen since entering the grasslands.

She watched, trying to ascertain the extent of the storm. The distant clouds lit up with a flash. It took upwards of thirty seconds for the sound to reach where she was, and if it hadn't been for how quiet it was, she likely never would have heard it.

A dull vibration shook the air ever so slightly. The storm was far off, and big.

Amissa sat, watching. Trying to see it the storm was coming her way.

Sure enough, as she watched, she could see the starts in front of the storm being covered by the black expanse of clouds.

She weighed her options.

She could stay where she was. She would have shelter from the rain, but she would be at risk for floods, or lightning.

On the other hoof, she could run. If she was lucky, she might make it past the edge of the storm before it hit. Other wise she would be caught in the open without shelter.

There was no telling just how bad the rain or wind would be.

She watched the storm slowly getting closer as she thought.

She had to keep moving.