The black clouds moved with haste across the sky.
It was apparent, that they would not be able to out run the quickly approaching storm.
Only ten minutes into their ride a light rain started to fall, with booms of thunder in the distance. Shortly then after, lightning began to strike. They rode on until the rain became too heavy, making it hard to see the path ahead.
Ursuline and Philip commanded everyone to set up a temporary shelter till the storm passed.
The knights pulled their horses to a more sheltered area in the woods.
Gabel jumped off his steed and glanced about the forest. It somehow seemed calm even amongst the progressing storm.
Hebaron, several feet away shouted, "Oi! Are you going to just stare out in the woods or help us with this tarp?"
Gabel whipped his head around and saw Garrow and Hebaron trying to tie a large tarp in the trees.
He walked over to them and snatched a corner from the ground.
"What are we attaching it with?"
He asked loudly, so he could be heard over the heavy rain.
Hebaron walked over and began rumenging through a bag.
A short time later he returned empty handed, "All we have is the tents, but the fucking ground is too wet for them now."
Gabel rolled his eyes and looked over at a nearby tree.
Grabbing the tarp in one hand, he walked up and began to climb the tree.
Once high enough, he reached back for an arrow from his quiver then stabbed it through the tarp into the tree.
Without even looking down, he leaped from the tree.
Hebaron brought his large hands together and clapped.
"Way to use that pretty little head of yours Lachzion!"
Gabel walked up and snatched the tarp from his hands, "Shut up Nirtha! Or your massive ass can do this."
Then walking up to another distant tree, he started to climb.
The wetness of the bark caused one of his hands to slip.
Garrow rushed over and stood close by at the bottom. "Please be careful, Sir Gabel."
The rain began to fall even harder, making it difficult for him to see where his hands were going.
Just then, the rain all together, seemed to vanish.
Quickly he stabbed the other corner of the tarp into the tree.
Then glancing down, he saw rain soaked Elara, standing right at the bottom of the tree.
She had called her magic, casting a barrier over him.
Gabel stabbed another arrow into the corner of the tree securing the tarp further, then jumped down. The shield above him vanished, causing the rain to once again pelt his face.
He brushed his hands against his trousers, "I thank you my lady."
Elara shook her head, "I foresaw you falling and breaking your neck."
Grabbing her hand, he brought it to his lips, "Then I owe you my life."
She quickly pulled her hand away from grasp.
Philip Weston, who must have been observing from under the tarp, yelled out, "Elara come here and make yourself useful!"
Gabel shot a glare at the Loverne commander.
Why must he treat her as if she was a disobedient child?
Following behind her, he joined the other knights, sheltering under the tarp.
