[What amazement Amelia still has at the thought of rain is currently replaced by annoyance while she makes her way through it. Even with her umbrella, she's still occasionally hit by cold drops of the stuff, and it has her walking faster through town. She's so focused on getting where she needs to, Amelia almost misses a flash of white on the edge of her vision--almost. She stops, looking in the direction it had been for a moment, then silently curses her luck. It's probably some New Feather, which means the last thing Amelia will do is leave them out to freeze.
Amelia turns, following after whoever she saw. She'll just have to order something warm for lunch.]
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Amelia turns, following after whoever she saw. She'll just have to order something warm for lunch.]