[Jilly had been quiet since the love experiment and draft. It had been too much, in too short a period of time, and she’d needed to think. And one of the ways that she did that best was with her art. She’d gone out occasionally, little forays into town or the woods to stretch stiff limbs and replenish her dwindling supply of groceries, but
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Yeah. This--this is rain, isn't it?
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...I'm gonna guess it isn't common, where you're from?
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...It's kind of beautiful, isn't it?
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[Amelia usually doesn't look at things for their beauty; she's a practical woman at heart. Kind of necessary, given the life of a bounty hunter, and a female one at that. Still, it's not easy to dismiss the word from her mind, and she'll look up at the sky.]
Yeah, I guess so. It's definitely...different.
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I'm Jilly.
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Amelia. Thanks for telling me about the rain.
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...It's got to be pretty intense, if you've never seen it before. You really haven't? Not even a little?
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[Amelia draws her arms around herself. It's getting colder, but that's not the only reason.]
Some of the stories I heard as a kid had rain in them, though.
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It's still precious here...but for different reasons, I think. Water is a pretty powerful thing, even when you've got a lot of it.
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Stories, life, dirt.
I always liked the rain. [a small smile]
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You're right. That is powerful...and a good thing.
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