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The sky hadn't been quite so overcast in the morning, when they had originally set out to go to Iselia and attend to their daily activies there, tending the ill and aiding the villagers, though it was more for the sake of routine these days.
Everything was for routine, in the end.
The clouds had begun to gather in the middle of the day, but there was no time to pay attention to the weather then, of course; there were still rounds to make, people to idly chat with, until those conversations became part of the routine was well; greetings, polite exchanges, goodbyes. Go through the motions. Did she even care, really. There were times when Raine felt so distant that she couldn't put a name to their face, even though she had seen them and spoke to them so many times before.
...And now they were almost back to the ranch, no different than usual. Except it was different, because it wasn't simply cloudy, it wasn't simply drizzling out, which had been so much easier to deal with... no, it was pouring, and they were utterly drenched, and cold -- it would have been comical had it not been so absurd, really; normally she wouldn't care; it wasn't as if this hadn't happened before, because surely it had, it was not as if thunderstorms were uncommon here.
She winced at the sound of the thunder, of course it was loud, even if it was the water that bothered her more.
Everything was for routine, in the end.
The clouds had begun to gather in the middle of the day, but there was no time to pay attention to the weather then, of course; there were still rounds to make, people to idly chat with, until those conversations became part of the routine was well; greetings, polite exchanges, goodbyes. Go through the motions. Did she even care, really. There were times when Raine felt so distant that she couldn't put a name to their face, even though she had seen them and spoke to them so many times before.
...And now they were almost back to the ranch, no different than usual. Except it was different, because it wasn't simply cloudy, it wasn't simply drizzling out, which had been so much easier to deal with... no, it was pouring, and they were utterly drenched, and cold -- it would have been comical had it not been so absurd, really; normally she wouldn't care; it wasn't as if this hadn't happened before, because surely it had, it was not as if thunderstorms were uncommon here.
She winced at the sound of the thunder, of course it was loud, even if it was the water that bothered her more.