[15: something you'd like to see changed] Meera was wet through and through long before she got to the line of rocks. She thought they looked like they were taunting her, perched on the hill and not getting closer as she marched across the moor. She tread around a particularly marshy spot and grumbled. "Fucking Raymond and that twat Angeline." she yelled, though the softness of the rain stole the sound and left her feeling hoarse and accomplishing no more than a whisper. Sound just didn't carry across the soft rolling grasses and heather, green and grey tufts wrapping off into the distance. The hill curved gently upward, and finally the row of rocks in the distance looked nearer. They loomed, black and grey like sentries guarding something, looking over the valley and standing upright in the cold. She marched onward, puffing a little, kept warm by the pace she was setting. Stones jutted out of the hillside just often enough to impede her path, but also giving footholds on what had turned out to be a much steeper steppe than she had planned on. A few sheep clustered around the smallest of the rocks jutting up into the sky, and she was close enough to hear bleating. "I wish they'd banish jerks like Raymond into a dungeon until they grew up" she howled at the sky. The rain kept pouring down on her, and got more intense as if to spite her. "I wish someone at the school gave a good god damn what happened to the students, and I wish that the boys about to take their A-levels hadn't got it in their heads that they were the best thing to happen to this green earth." She'd marched faster in her last minute of anger, and realized she was both out of breath and standing a short stone's throw from the rocks on top of the hill. The sheep huddled there bleated more anxiously than before, and she stopped in the leeside of the stone, momentarily dry, or at least less wet than before. A clap of thunder came, from not far away and she jumped, still out of breath. She pounded her fist against the giant stone, and the sheep edged away from her for a moment, then huddled back against the weather. "Pardon me, miss, but have you seen my sheep?" Meera jumped, not expecting anyone nearby.