💚 "What do you get envious over?" She asked suddenly, her gaze not breaking away from the rain falling heavily past the protective branches of the tree they'd been stuck under for several minutes already. She tilted her head toward him, lavender eyes bright with the spoken inquiry, damp black hair clinging to her shoulders and neck and cheeks. What better way was there to pass the time than pick at someone's mentality a little bit and see inside of them?
Rainea’to thrived within rainfall. Were there ever a type of weather to stir the soul, he would undoubtedly claim days filled with rain. His ebon coat clung to him, darkened from being waterlogged. In actuality, only roughly twenty minutes had passed, but it’d felt like the two had crossed dimensions and existed on a separate plane altogether where time passed far slower.
“I envy the lives of the hyur…” The miqo’te’s voice spoke in a soft, melodic tone as he ruminated upon the past. “To live to reach the sky, building families and achieving the impossible…” The Keeper chuckled softly as he waxed poetic, glancing over toward the woman as he offered her a gentle smile. He blinked back droplets of rain from his eyes as he drew his hand to smooth away strands of his chestnut mane, tail swishing about in amusement.
“… Of course, that is what I might say, but I must confess. They have no connection with nature as I do, and I find that rather tragic.” A soft hum played at his lips as he cast his gaze upward, allowing the rain to fall unceremoniously upon his face.
“They live enslaved by their own creations… I still much prefer my freedom, to be swept away by the river’s flow and live for today.”











