It was raining - pouring ‘cats and dogs’ as the expression went. Alexander hated rainy days. It meant that they couldn’t do their work in the orchards. He’d tried to go out once before during a storm, wanting to work despite the weather. He’d gotten in trouble for that, and as much as he liked to bend the rules, he wasn’t keen on getting caught again. Besides, picking was no fun during a storm anyway, and being in the trees always meant a higher risk for lightning. That’d be a fucked up way to go, he mused to himself. Wolf taken out by pretty lights in the sky.
So, begrudgingly, Alex stayed in the camp. He’d made his way to the meal hall after getting bored in his own cabin. There were others filing about as well, no doubt the weather effecting their plans for the day. Still, he’d yet to make much conversation, brooding to himself over being stuck inside. Even now he leaned near the window, watching the rain drops hit the ground. “I hate the rain,” he finally voiced, saying aloud what he’d been repeating in his head for hours now. “So boring,” he sighed dramatically, finally turning from the window to lean against the wall instead. It was then someone was walking by, and Alex gave another sigh for affect. “There’s nothing to do!”
