WATCH THE RAIN && hydrophobia

[Splitvisage]

  [font=trebuchet ms]Rain was almost never cause enough for Darksouls to seek shelter, but this particular shower had become heavy enough to disturb Inkquill, so the two of them had headed into the tavern. Inkquill sat on a table preening his feathers, quacking complaints all the while, while Darksouls peered out into the rain. It occurred to him that Idyllfields had said something about a checkup today; hopefully the sage would be okay with waiting, as Darksouls had no desire to make them go out in the rain.

  Yet, Idyllfields came calling anyway, stepping into the tavern and showing off their damp pelt with a palpable sense of pride. He probably ought to admonish them for going into the rain in these mid-fall temperatures, but they seemed so happy that he couldn't help but smile as he turned towards them. "I'm glad you're not bothered by it anymore," he said, twitching his ears. "I know it must have been difficult before." Fear could be outright paralyzing at its worst. That Idyllfields had managed to gain some control over theirs was amazing.

  /ish