OPEN | prompt one | RAIN

[wrens]

prompt one | R A I N I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane.

 

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[extortion]

I was actually trying to see what looking like a poor, unfortunate soul would win me, [ Amelia says with a bit of a smile as she attempts to wring a bit of rainwater out of her hair. There's no point to it, really, as soon as he wandered off again and took his umbrella with him, she'd be out of luck. But the respite is nice, however temporary; there comes a point when being wet stops being simply damp and starts becoming annoying and Amelia had crossed over that threshold a good long while ago.

Wiping her dripping bangs to one side, she blinks at the stranger through the wetness still clinging to her lashes. ] You wouldn't happen to be going that way, would you?

[ She points down the street in the direction she'd been originally travelling. ] Traveling that way and in need of a little polite conversation between points A and B?