The Stormy Rest

The brief window of sunlight passed.

A storm rolled in. Not just the usual Sideran rain, but a downpour. And not just the rain but the wind and the rumbling thunder that - to her ear - sounded so much louder up in the palace that nestled itself near mountain tops.

Not high enough to be over the storm, but high enough that - apparently - Sidera created its own version of lightning rods simply to ensure that when their people were forced to step outside, however briefly, during a storm like this one, they would not risk their lives quite so much.

She stared out one of the towering windows of the hallway, staring at the gleaming metal spire.

Donncahd had warned her specifically not to look at them.

Which made sense, of course. If lightning struck it, it'd probably be blinding.