Emberwood Immortal Fear, that voice so clear

Alaric saw another coming through the rain and he baked a greeting. Shouting to be heard of the deluge of rain.

Get under here for you get even more soaked. Come on now.

His stance was easy and neutral, his eyes of evergreen sparkling and kind as usual. There was an impish smile to the curl of his maw. It was a  good day despite the rain. Besides even the heavens have to cry and scream sometimes.