@sololegend contd. from here!
For some odd reason, while being perfectly at home in snow, Konru hated rain. More specifically, they hated being stuck out in it and especially being drenched down to the bone by it. Rain wasn’t snow. Even wading through spring slush was better than being caught in a downpour like this.
Grumbling silently to themself, with water streaming down and dripping off their hair and face, head down to keep it out of their eyes, they hurried over the hillside in search of something to hide under. Froslass drifted above them like a white spectre in an attempt to block some of the downpour.
Bah, they wouldn’t have come out here today if they’d known this would happen! The sky had been perfectly clear earlier. It was just bad luck.
Konru’s ears heard a shout, and they lifted up their head to see Solo and his Typhlosion huddled under one of the scattered stands of trees on the ridge. They immediately adjusted their course and made a beeline for the tree, plopping themself on the cold ground next to Solo and Cinnabar.
“Miserable,” they muttered. Apparently, that was the best they could manage as a greeting right now. They looked it, drawing up and hugging their knees like a scolded child. Froslass wiped some of the water off their head with her hand, and offered Solo and Cinnabar a little bow.
