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It was raining.
There was nothing worse for the Scion. Trapped in a world of darkness like was, unable to see or hear, it limited the few senses he had left. Scent, touch. It was beyond frustrating to be trapped out in the rain. At least it wasn't like Iridonia, where the acid rain would burn and singe his skin. He was in a forest, that much he knew. The scent of trees, plants, animals, confirmed as much for him. But the rain, that blasted rain, made it so much more difficult to find a way back.
So much for a nature walk.
With a grumble the red skinned Zabrak plopped down in the mud, arms crossed, brow furrowed. He'd just wait for the rain to end. That was the smart thing to do, right? If he couldn't properly sense his way around, he was more at risk. Frustration had another grumble escape him as he scratched at the back of his head. Why did these things have to be so complicated?