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I never thought that rain could be so calming. It pours through the streets like liquid silver, with no sign of coming to a hasty end. It brings me happiness to see so many people taking enjoyment and comfort from something so simple as an unexpected downpour.
As Vaan has pointed out, it reminds me, also, of the wet season in Giza Plains. With Dalmasca being a desert country, the seasonal rains to the south are highly valued by the people. Often have I heard of our children playing games where they try to avoid the raindrops. Of course, they do not succeed, but they are persistent nonetheless.
Perhaps I shall take a walk and freshen up, since I have no intention to participate in the mud fight which has escalated into somewhat of a war. From what I can see from here, Fran is obviously as deadly with a handful of mud as she is with her bow. Though Lilo is quite the force to be reckoned with.
Oh, my. Balthier's shirt... perhaps white is not the most advisable colour to wear in this situation.
((ooc: at which point Ashe goes outside to find a safe and private place to clean herself up and wash her hair.))