None of the island residents seemed bothered by it though. It was normal weather from time to time. And so as day broke they all began to go about their business. Some spent some time shaking out the puddles that had collected on top their tented homes. Water seemed into the damp ground. Larger collections of it streamed down the streets. The island was buzzing like a hive once more.
Falair had awoken rather early, gobbled down a small breakfast then run out the door to play with the group of little kids that she normally ran amok with. She would spend a good majority of the morning scampering about with them before returning to the large family tent for lunch. When she did, she came in covered in mud and dirt. Sticks and leaves stuck in her short blue hair. Her mother could only give an amused look at her youngest. There was no point in suggesting a bath at this point, Falair would just run out and get dirty again.
Once lunch was done, the young filly went back outside. Settling on playing in a shrinking mud puddle next to the tent. Building a mud castle. She had swiped one of father's beetles, making it the princess of the castle. "No no stay in there, you need to eat your mud pies so you grow big and strong and can have many buggie babies when your prince comes to save you."
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