Rain and storms were a part of the cycle of nature, but Keyleth had some experience in a realm like this. Well, about 30 years ago, give or take, but nevermind! Anyway she knew better than to trust something like this was natural and without some kind of unwanted effect, and while she knew she couldn't stop it entirely, she could try to calm it in places. Anyone wandering around the Grasslands would find a strange, circular area of complete calm, blue skies and soft breezes at a five mile radius, and, if they happened to investigate it enough, find a woman with slightly pointed ears peeking out from a long fall of red hair perched happily in a field, growing a tiny clutch of bright red tulips next to her. One couldn't assume she was the source of it, of course, unless they were very good at guessing where the exact center of the calm was, but there she was all the same. "Hello," she called to anyone nearby, waving cheerfully. "Would you like a flower?"
ii. clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere
Well this was a mess, huh? But it was fine, she liked helping out! Like, she wished these weird sex realms would just ask her if she wanted to hang out for a while instead of just grabbing her from Exandria, but that was the way of powerful realm owning beings. As she worked, Keyleth mostly stayed in her earth and water elemental forms, either using her strength to haul a mess on land or gather up the debris in the water, but occasionally she'd take a break and shift back to her own form of a tall, willowy half-elf. She'd beam a smile, wringing the water out of the heavy mass of her hair or brushing dust and debris off of her pants. "Hey there! Uh. Working hard or hardly working?" Why yes she was, even after all this time, a very awkward little duck.
keyleth of the air ashari | critical role
Rain and storms were a part of the cycle of nature, but Keyleth had some experience in a realm like this. Well, about 30 years ago, give or take, but nevermind! Anyway she knew better than to trust something like this was natural and without some kind of unwanted effect, and while she knew she couldn't stop it entirely, she could try to calm it in places. Anyone wandering around the Grasslands would find a strange, circular area of complete calm, blue skies and soft breezes at a five mile radius, and, if they happened to investigate it enough, find a woman with slightly pointed ears peeking out from a long fall of red hair perched happily in a field, growing a tiny clutch of bright red tulips next to her. One couldn't assume she was the source of it, of course, unless they were very good at guessing where the exact center of the calm was, but there she was all the same. "Hello," she called to anyone nearby, waving cheerfully. "Would you like a flower?"
ii. clean up, clean up, everybody everywhere
Well this was a mess, huh? But it was fine, she liked helping out! Like, she wished these weird sex realms would just ask her if she wanted to hang out for a while instead of just grabbing her from Exandria, but that was the way of powerful realm owning beings. As she worked, Keyleth mostly stayed in her earth and water elemental forms, either using her strength to haul a mess on land or gather up the debris in the water, but occasionally she'd take a break and shift back to her own form of a tall, willowy half-elf. She'd beam a smile, wringing the water out of the heavy mass of her hair or brushing dust and debris off of her pants. "Hey there! Uh. Working hard or hardly working?" Why yes she was, even after all this time, a very awkward little duck.