It was raining, but only in the middle courtyard. It had been raining for four straight hours.
Leiran sighed and picked up his coat, sliding it on and found a wide brimmed hat to keep the water out of his face and opened the door. Stepping out, he was glad that at the least it was raining straight DOWN, however heavy it was as he walked through the absolutely water-slogged grass and over to the pond.
Sitting next to the pond was a very wet, very small looking young woman who looked very miserable.
Crouching down next to her, he considered the pond that was lapping over its retaining edges. “You know…if you’re trying to drown the fish, I got bad news,” he said gently.
There was a faint twitch of shoulders and he wondered if dad humor had gotten through.
“I don’t want to talk.” came the small voice of the wet thing.
“Alright.” he answered quietly, sitting down on the wet stones and feeling the water running down into his boots. “I’ll just sit here. You don’t have to talk.”
It wasn’t hard to put together. He did, after all, keep some tabs on his own daughter. She wasn’t wounded, she’d come home…fine? And left…fine? And come back…in tears. Not wearing her shoes. With a split lip.
It had to be something about boys.
After all, if it was a real fight or scrape with a gang or that charr–she would have been all talk about it. Nope…crying and not talking definitely meant boys.
Eventually she shifted and leaned against him and he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her very wet head and let the rain fall down on the both.
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