For all the short time that Wolpertinger and Keyik had been on Atlantis, the paradise had been calm in all senses of the word. There had been no troubles following them around, no almighty spats and not a single hint of bad weather. The latter had changed during the night. At first, it had just seemed like a normal shower, and then the heavens had well and truly opened. Keyik had immediately retreated to a small cavern to wait it out, only coming out to graze at the still heavily shaded entrance. During the night, Wolpertinger had remained close by, either within the cavern or stone throw away. It would be silly to split up during the hours that they were most vulnerable, but come sunrise, the champagne mare relocated to the beach.

Despite the sun having risen well above the horizon, the sky was black and the whole paradise was cast into a semi-darkness. The rain was different here than in had been on Salem, heavier almost in consistency as well as quantity. Instead of feeling refreshed, it made Wolpertinger’s coat feel hot and sticky though while she knew she must look like something akin to a drowned rat, she did not hate the feeling.

Wolpertinger stood just in front of the tree line, her amber eyes cast out toward the churning and swirling ocean. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the deafening sound of the rain against the palms.