Sun Mote Copse Not your Barbie girl, I'm living in my own world

She was tense, but Phox chalked it up to the rain and mud, not his own presence there. Good thing he didn't have a guilty conscious (or any real idea that he'd actually helped in creating this "quirk" of hers). She asked when it was going to stop, and Phox pursed his lips, looking up at the grey, raining sky for a moment. -I really don't know. I don't think anybody does. Wish I had better news, but them's the breaks.- It occurred to him that, as often as he'd heard and even used that phrase, he didn't actually know what it meant.

-What I do know, is that once it's all over, I'm going to sprawl out on a rock under the sun until I'm bone dry.- Phox didn't mind the rain, but there was something to be said for enduring it for days, which had now turned into weeks. -When the rain stops, maybe you and I can go looking for the biggest, most perfect rock to use.-