@kitty-highball continued from x
Half laughing, half shielding his face with his arms as the beast flings leftover rain everywhere. Syla grinning wide as the onslaught ends as Nettle found her comfort and settled as if nothing had happened. Always so carefree, beasts were. Almost envious of them too.
“Can’t really fault her. I’d be tempted to do the same were it acceptable.” The viera snorts, eyes resting on her companion before darting back to Ilmari. “I wouldn’t, of course. So don’t ask me to.” A dismissive hand motion waving as he scoffs, pulling a few cloths from his back to dry himself off with. Continuing to ramble just barely as he wiped, as if he were amusing only himself.
“It’s different, really. Rain back home was so incredibly rare people would lose themselves when they saw it. And yet everywhere else...it’s treated as a nuisance. I’m rather fond of it myself.” Syla hummed, tossing two damp rags to the side of the tent to dry for a bit. “Not that I’m offering to go run around in it.”
