Water meant different things for different people. When Blue was younger, the sound of thunder or even just the onset of a small shower was enough to throw her into a mild panic. Something like this would have had her heart pounding in no time. Things were different with a fire starter. They had both learned since then, the do's and the don'ts. But even still, sometimes Blue couldn't help the slight leap in her chest when she felt the light patters of water on her hands.

Admittedly, this was nothing compared to the rains that had fallen last month. Her dragon was already safely tucked away. There was no reason to freak out.

... Actually it was quite difficult to freak out. There was a very calming, sweet scent in the air. It was soothing. Blue could already guess where it came from before she even got back to camp. She ran over over, clutching her hat to her head, to say hello.