#isza

Erisi pushed a lock of soaked jet-black hair out of her eyes and removed her silver-rimmed glasses, scrubbing uselessly at the rain-dotted lenses with the wet fabric of her robes before giving up and squinting out at a delighted sin’dorei child splashing around in the rain while his mother, unwilling to become drenched herself, stood under another awning across the street and yelled at him to come back to no avail. “Well, this is certainly original.”

"Oh, it’s terrible, isn’t it?" Iszornae crossed her arms, scowling out at the downpour from behind a curtain of damp white curls. "I do hope someone’ll be punished for this. I’d love to be able to take part.”

"Mmm." Erisi’s hum was noncommittal. "I’m sure whatever magister was responsible will be sweeping floors by the end of the day. If he is lucky."

"Too good for him~" Isza singsonged. "Look at my hair. It’s ruined." The pale-haired young woman shook her head disapprovingly. "Tch. Couldn’t it have waited another ten minutes? We’d have been safe and sound at home."

Erisi watched the rain for a few more moments, then tilted her head. “I have an idea.”

Iszornae clapped her hands. “I just knew you’d think of something. What is it?”

Rather than answer, Erisi began to mutter, the words familiar to any warlock as a summoning ritual. Isza watched with a mixture of curiosity and glee… she didn’t know what her friend was up to, but Erisi usually came up with something good.

Five minutes later, they stepped out from under the awning… which came along with them, no longer attached to its posts. Stares followed in their wake as they moved along the street on their way back to Iszornae’s rooms, and Isza laughed delightedly. “I wouldn’t have thought of this.”

Erisi responded primly, arms loaded down with the bags containing their shopping. “That is why you keep me around.”

"Now, now. I keep you around for many reasons.”

A flicker of amusement crossed Erisi’s face, gone as quickly as it had arrived. “As you say.”

Erisi’s shivarra trailed behind them as they walked home, muttering to herself in Eredun and keeping the stolen awning outstretched to protect her mistress and her mistress’s companion from the pouring rain.