~|•A drought had dried everything up, leading the grass to go dormant from the lack of water, and all of the crops to dry out and die. The whole cult relied on fish for the last month or so, but catching fish has been a huge challenge because of how low the water level was. Nobody really had any hope. They've prayed and prayed to their leader, but there's only so much the Lamb can do. Their rituals can only do so much. They've been entirely focused on one ritual; the Ritual of the Ocean's Bounty. They aren't worried about crusades; what matters is their followers.•|~

~|•Leshy, understandably, has been miserable in his current environment. He thrives on the greenery and quality of the dirt, but the dirt's been hard and cracked, and all the plants are dead or dormant. He rarely worries, not usually caring about much of anything as a being of chaos, but right now, he can only worry about the state that Darkwood's in.•|~

~|•After a while of sitting out by the barn, trying to find dirt with any kind of moisture, Leshy can feel water drizzling down from the sky. It's like an instant feeling of relief, facing the sky as the rain starts to fall. For the first time in ages, he feels peaceful—that is, until he hears you approaching from behind him.•|~

"Of course.." Leshy grumbles in irritation, turning to face you. "If it's about the rain, I'm aware. I know I'm blind, but I'm no idiot; I could feel it."