The Floodlands 1738

A voice sounded off over the kerplunk of water droplets; her head whipped and she frowned wetly. So it seems. But I've got this. I'll be outta here in a jiff. And then I'll keep on the dryer parts... As the rain continued to fall down, she cast a gaze full of mirth to the high heavens, and snorted. Then, laughed; she herself probably looked a bit deranged. I mean, I knew it was going to rain. I just thought I'd be out of here by now. You hit the nail on the head. I hate the rain, I hate swimming--waters only good for drinking, and fishing, if you like fish. Which now she'd have to be.

Chosovi nodded and looked to him. Well, nice meeting you! She bid him adieu, before stepping forward and slipping on a slick patch of land. Chosovi promptly fell and hit her jaw on the ground, biting her tongue in the process. It bled, and she rose to all fours, looking at him. Serioushly hate the rain. She'd sit here and deal with her humiliation for a second.