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Paprika looks like a miserable wet cat in the rain – her outfit is not suitable for this. Grumbling, she digs around in her backpack for a cloak and throws it over herself, leaning forward unstably to keep her cross-body bag as dry as possible. She shakes a bit as the caravan moves.
Her eyes have been darting around the road since before the rain started, but now that she’s blinking rain out of them like tears, she can’t see for shit, and her hood isn’t protecting her nearly well enough for her eyes to dry.
Ugh. I wish there were a spell to keep my eyes dry.
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