symbol starters : ☔ @eternitybled
beedle never likes to complain, but in times like these, it’s hard not to think of anything but where he’d rather be; curled up in a warm, dry stable with a hot meal. but instead, he’s here, trekking along a road that has turned to mud in an absolute downpour.
his back is hunched in a way that causes his pack to lean over him, creating a bit of relief from the rain. it still soaks his clothes and mud still splashes onto his calves, but at least the water isn’t stinging his eyes like this. he can see the distant outline of a stable, of the horse goddess’s head piercing into the gray sky. lightning rumbles somewhere and he hastens himself, not wanting to be caught in a situation that could get worse at any moment.
it has been quite some time since beedle has seen another poor soul in this weather, and when he catches sight of a woman he’s seen about before, he springs into action. he jogs to catch up beside her, pulling his wooden plank of a counter off of his shoulders and offering it to her, holding it above her head as a way to shield her from the onslaught. he gives her a warm smile instead of speaking, hoping his actions speak for him.
(besides, the rain is so loud that he may have to shout, and he doesn’t want to startle her more than he might have already.)
