They all moved about in droves.
Dispassionate, her eyes averted. Hand clenching tightly at the younger boy's. He seemed pleasantly innocent, more so than normal, his eyes wide, as he watched on. But the elder female merely stared. Dark eyes narrowed. In stark contrast to her sibling. "Aaldark?" Her gaze ripped away from the collection of darkly clad men. Pupils expanding to the sound of the little one's voice. "Why is the sky crying?" She inhaled, deep and slow. As if pondering how to respond.
"It is not tears. It is rain."
"But they say when God is sad, the angels cry." The younger boy responded quickly. Brows furrowing.
"..Perhaps." And the younger one leaned his skull against her arm. Gaze barely level with her abdomen. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled his nose against her appendage. "Will Mother and Father be happier now?" His sibling expelled a grunt. "Maybe, Zamiel.."
Approaching from behind, she could hear the sounds of dress shoes. Plopping amidst a small collection of puddles. Pupils contracting, the girl glanced over her shoulder. Her digits tightening amidst her brother's. "Good evening.." Came a voice. She detected no hostility. Yet her shoulders remained rigid.
"I am looking for a miss Aaldark and young Zamiel?"
The girl nodded her skull. Just slightly. "You must be Watari?" The elder man smiled placidly. Removing his hat and placing it over his chest. "Why, yes." Leaning forward, he placed a large umbrella over the two children. "You know where we are to go, yes?" The elder looked to her sibling. He was smiling widly at the old man. His two front teeth missing.
"Yes."