Jul 1, 2015
sewnelf
“ -- Ugh.”
He stood rather out-of-place in the rain-soaked underbrush, doing his best to wring out the tails of his robe. Of course the squirrel would have to jump onto the branch he was resting under at that moment, causing the collected drops from the morning’s shower to near soak him.
Well, at least he was awake before it got too dark to travel.
He straightened himself and glanced up, pausing as he caught sight of a figure on the path ahead. Clearing his throat, he called a quiet greeting to the stranger. He may be in an ill mood from getting soaked, but it was no reason to be outright rude.
