When you're the master of your own body temperature, the climates have next to no meaning anymore. It's not that Rey can't feel them; she just doesn't suffer the hurdle of having to adjust her attire in order to be comfortable. For someone who's had to inhabit multiple bodies over her many lives, finding comfort in her own skin isn't so easy to come by -- it's so rarely even her own skin.
Even more uncomfortable are the shifting of the planets, which have less to do with the weather and more to do with... everything else. The terrain shift in everything can be disorienting, especially after spending so long learning the lay of the land on the last planets, only to have to do it all over again.
And that's exactly what she's been doing. When not at the bar or sleeping at home, she's figuring out what they can find in the jungle that could provide cover and aid in the event of an attack. Now that they're no longer confined by cavern walls, people have more ground to find cover in. That's only most effective if they know how to make the best of it.
Rey has climbed on a vine-covered tree when she hears Carlisle's adjacent voice. Despite her weight, the thick branches offer generous support as she hops from one tree to the next, grasping foliage to keep herself balanced and on the high ground. She doesn't have to do this for long before she catches sight of Carlisle himself, seemingly stranded by his lonesome up among a tree that she would have to think twice before leaping towards. Grasping the base, she swings her body to get a better look at the man, his blue-shaded clothing clashing with the vibrant verdancy of the forest.
"Oh, look at that -- a little woodling creature," Rey comments, looking at Carlisle when she says this despite noting the big cat lurking below, so she may very well be speaking in jest.
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Even more uncomfortable are the shifting of the planets, which have less to do with the weather and more to do with... everything else. The terrain shift in everything can be disorienting, especially after spending so long learning the lay of the land on the last planets, only to have to do it all over again.
And that's exactly what she's been doing. When not at the bar or sleeping at home, she's figuring out what they can find in the jungle that could provide cover and aid in the event of an attack. Now that they're no longer confined by cavern walls, people have more ground to find cover in. That's only most effective if they know how to make the best of it.
Rey has climbed on a vine-covered tree when she hears Carlisle's adjacent voice. Despite her weight, the thick branches offer generous support as she hops from one tree to the next, grasping foliage to keep herself balanced and on the high ground. She doesn't have to do this for long before she catches sight of Carlisle himself, seemingly stranded by his lonesome up among a tree that she would have to think twice before leaping towards. Grasping the base, she swings her body to get a better look at the man, his blue-shaded clothing clashing with the vibrant verdancy of the forest.
"Oh, look at that -- a little woodling creature," Rey comments, looking at Carlisle when she says this despite noting the big cat lurking below, so she may very well be speaking in jest.