Saiavia frowned and turned upon hearing footsteps approaching her. Sure enough, her eyes connected with those of a young man as he run up to her through the rain. "Sai..." he began in a low mutter, glancing over at Saphira as he spoke. "The elders're planning an attack, you've been called to be in it."
Saiavia was only half listening, up to the part about her being involved, which was when she fully turned her attention to the young man, who had been her friend for years. "And the messenger comes delivering even more bad news..." she replied blandly. "Why do they always attack in weather like this? I can guarantee that it's not raining south of here, and that we're at a disadvantage by them simply planning this attack." She looked to the sky and swung her staff in an arc, creating a strange arch of purple-black matter that held the rain off of the two of them.
It was true. The last attack had been during a rainstorm like this, and she was sure that her home village had suffered the most losses at that time. But of course, the elders would never learn, not until the village was completely run over... She sighed blandly as she stared through the rain and into the forest.
"Just doing as I'm told. They want you there in the next fifteen minutes," he replied, turning to leave. He turned his head back just before walking away. "Be careful out there."
Saiavia nodded with a slight glazed look to her eyes, still keeping them locked on the forest, making no effort to move.