Tonight, I write to you from under a leaking makeshift shelter. Earlier this evening, I realized that our group is not as diverse as I originally thought.
The skies were a horrid color, to begin with. When we awoke, we ate in silence, just to listen to the horrid thunder that grumbled like the underworld's belly. Dark greys mixed with a strange yellow...and I could immediately tell that we were most definately in for a storm.
But what we got was not a storm...it was more of a disaster. The rains were up to our horses' ankles after only mere moments starting out again. They became frightened, and we made a joint decision to take them up to higher ground.
Thunder ripped the earth, and lightning tore at the sky. Even though I risk sounding morbid, this sight was fantastic. We were all soaked to the bone, and again, I will have to dry my books...but what I gained from this experience was beneficial not only to myself, but in my opinon, to the entire group as well.
We all pitched in to help in the effort of making a little shelter for ourselves high atop a hill. I wasn't able to help that much...but I did deduce the proper method of making a shelter for everyone. In all honesty, I felt pretty...special.
Now soaked, a little hungry, and enjoying a nice, soggy chapter of Aristotle, I feel quite at ease.
Now if you'll excuse me...I believe our delicious smelling meal is ready!
Adieu until further notice.
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