The mountainside was consumed with the roar of rolling thunder and rain pounding against stone. Somewhere in the distance, bursts of fire rippled through the air, and a shadow moved across the skies. Two dragons were squalling, it seemed, but a hooded figure gliding on a road on the mountain ignored them. By her side was a ghostly figure with just a mouth and nose on their smooth face, a pale woman wearing a white dress holding an umbrella and lantern. A rain spirit. It held the umbrella up over the head of its mistress, Gumi. Gumi, the disgraced fairy queen, was dressed in black brocade, the beads dangling on her belt clicking with each step. Her eye brows were narrowed as her lips were pulled in a tight scowl.
"Do keep up," Gumi said with an impatient sigh as lightning struck. The rain spirit crackled, a wet, squishing sound of fish jumping in water. The umbrella was held higher, the rain spirit's steps quicker.
"Good," Gumi replied, making it a point not to get her hems wet in the mud.
Gumi was in a foul mood. She had tried to conduct business with a village's lord, but he was a complete flux.
"Didn't even have HALF the assets he promised," she growled as she looked back. The lights of his mansion could still be seen in the hazy light. He had offered for her to stay the night, but Gumi sensed a trap and left immediately. Of course, not before draining him of his pathetic metal-manipulating magic.
He's weak, she thought as she rubbed his crystallized tooth between her fingers. Still, the power was better than none, and Gumi had reassured him that he'd be able to use it again, eventually.
A horse's whinny pierced through the night. Gumi sighed. Horsemen, no doubt with swords. Probably the lord's doing.
"Aw, hell," Gumi cussed as she idly kicked a pebble. "Doesn't that man know better than to attack a Queen?!"
Her rain spirit made a drip noise in reply, taking quick and large steps to keep up with her taller mistress.