The second day, it rains.

[heirtoclocktown]

[Hyrule has a wild sort of feeling to it. Sure, it's settled land. People live here: civilized, for the most part. Somehow, though, the country still feels untamed. The trees, the grass in the field, even the air: all of it is vibrant and alive, a challenge to be faced

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[dancingseasons]

[In point of fact, there IS a red-haired woman coming his way, although she doesn't have an umbrella handy. No harm done there, however, the rain doesn't seem to bother her in the slightest. It weighs down her heavy ponytail and makes her skin shine, but she seems perfectly content.

Of course, Din would be. Elements never trouble her in the slightest. She does an occasional pirouette as she walks, just for the fun of it. She doesn't have a particular destination in mind just now; she's simply wandering around, seeing what (or who) she might see. ]

[heirtoclocktown]

[For a moment there, in the fog of the rain, Kafei almost believes that really is Anju there, come to meet him. But no, she would never be caught in the rain, much less dancing in it. Kafei watches the girl curiously for a moment. Oddly enough, it's actually the sway of her hips that he remembers. There's only one woman he's seen that dances like that.

Conveniently enough, she's headed in his general direction. So Kafei watches, waiting until she's a bit closer until he calls out to her.]

You dance even in the rain, I see.

[dancingseasons]

Of course. The rain has as much about it to merit celebration as the sun.

[Indeed, one of her dances is the Blessing of Rain. She's not responsible for the current downpour, however.]

Though I admit it's starting to become a little much even for me. How come you're not inside, keeping dry?

[heirtoclocktown]

[He argues with a smirk.]

I don't know that I'd go as far as that.

[As for her question, he doesn't really want to go into it. It's complicated, and even he himself doesn't completely understand. Something about sitting in the rain feels gratifying, in a self-deprecating sort of way. The feel of rain dripping through his hair and sticking his clothing to his skin certainly isn't pleasant, nor is the cool breeze. Maybe it's some sort of punishment, but Kafei chooses not to think about that, much less admit it to Din. Head bent against the rain, arms resting on his knees, he offers an excuse instead.]

It reminds me of home.

[in_to_shadow]

[The rain fits Sheik's mood. He had been at the graveyard again, wandering aimlessly, a deep melancholy and discontent weighing him down. Too much had happened in the past week, too many things he would rather not think about.]

[The grass above the windmill is sodden, but the hood keeps the worst of the rain out of his face and hair, the cloak wrapped securely. For a moment, he thinks himself alone and reaches for the flute - then stops, catching a flash of violet.]

[Purple hair? That's new.]

[Approaching the man silently, he speaks suddenly from behind him.] Enjoying the rain?

;; don't mind the jerk.

[heirtoclocktown]

[Behind him? Kafei flinches and spins around, then glares at this unfamiliar person. He's not a fan of strangers, and even less a fan of meddling blondes. He frowns and answers shortly.]

"No."

[Then he turns away in dismissal and stares at nothing in the distance. He's pretending that the nothing he's looking at is the most fascinating thing in the world so that maybe, just maybe, the stranger will take the hint and leave him alone.]

Jerk duly not minded.

[in_to_shadow]

[Sheik, unfortunately, is not one for subtlties.]

[He takes a few steps closer, suddenly desiring the conflict of someone as stubborn as he - or the commiseration of someone also miserable.]

Then what are you doing out in it?

[The question is still light, although tempered with true curiosity - what is he doing out in the rain?]

ty! <3

[heirtoclocktown]

[Isn't that always how it is? The thought occurs, 'I feel awful, so I must make everyone else feel as awful as I do,' no matter how kind or innocent the bystander. It's unfortunate that he's in one of these moods, but maybe taking his mood out on an innocent will make him feel better. It certainly couldn't make him feel worse. He turns towards to the stranger just long enough to reply before turning his back again.]

I could ask the same of you, but I don't care enough to ask. So go away.

[The real reason is somewhat ironic, which may be part of why Kafei's unwilling to admit it. He's out in the rain because he feels bad. ...The rain, of course, just makes him feel worse, and this somehow makes him feel better. In a worse sort of way. ...It's complicated, to be sure.]

[heirtoclocktown]

[It's blurry with rain, and a fog laces the ground. When Kafei sees the god approaching, gray against gray, white against white, his eyes widen, but he remains still. It's all too easy to believe that this is imaginary, some figments of memory twisting with the rising fog to trick him. Though he'd seen the god what felt like months ago, that time also felt like a dream. Really, this is all so surreal, everything about this place, and those memories of carnivals and the bowels of the clock tower. How is now any different?]

[Kafei watches the god walk with pink cat's eyes, unblinking despite the rain that drips from his hair to his face. If he's quiet and still, maybe the god will dissolve back into the fog and be gone again.]

[ooc: yes plz. 83]

[heirtoclocktown]

[No, he couldn't just fade away. He had to approach, had to confront, had to be distractingly real, and there before Kafei with no room to escape. Kafei's chest feels constricted until it's hard to breathe and speaking is made difficult. His words are low and barely audible when he manages them.]

Through luck. I'm not sure how it happened. Maybe the imp is dead.

[He stares through the rain to meet the god's white eyes unblinking.]

Why are you still here?

[heirtoclocktown]

[In his imagination, Anju is peaceful. It's just like any other rainy afternoon. Kafei never understood her penchant for walks in the rain, but there was always something fascinating about it. About her. Anju was so predictable most of the time, but then she would go and surprise him with things like that. No, he'd never understand her, but that was part of what he loved about her. The rain always put him in a sour disposition, but not Anju. She walks as he remembers seeing her walk: light, like a feather, her skirts swaying gently across her hips. She picks a flower, wistful as ever

[heirtoclocktown]

[It-- It wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible. This wasn't real. For a moment, Kafei was frozen by the shock. He stood there, hand half-extended toward her, completely at a loss. This couldn't be real. The rain-- It was some kind of trick. He was still in Hyrule, that damned Hyrule. Anju couldn't be here.]

[But here she was. The touch on his cheek made him start, then he grabbed her hand with his. It was real, this was real. Anju was-- It wasn't just the rain on her face. No, she was crying.]

[Kafei tried to say something comforting, but the words wouldn't come. He leaned forward to bring his eyes more level to hers, holding her face in his hands, brushing her cheek with his thumb.]

Please don't cry. Anju. Please. It's alright.

[He kissed her forehead, despite the rain, then the tip of her nose, then her lips.]