Downpour
The downpour was swift and unexpected, with frequent gusts of wind that sent the rain sweeping across the courtyard to where Gwen stood huddled below an overhang of stone, peeking out from beneath the folds of her cloak to peer up at the dark sky.
She knew that Morgana wouldn't mind if she were a few minutes late, but when the rain showed no sign of stopping Gwen squared her shoulders and left her little shelter. She tried to walk quickly but it was no use; her cloak grew damp after just a few steps, and a sudden strong wind blew her hood right off her head, fat drops of rain instantly drenching her hair.
Behind her she heard someone calling her name, followed by the sound of footsteps clattering on the stones, and she turned around in time to see Merlin nearly slip and fall into a puddle beside her.
"Be careful," she said, holding her hood with one hand and Merlin's arm with the other, steadying him.
But Merlin only grinned and shrugged, his hair falling wetly into his eyes. "Here," he said, taking off his coat and holding it over their heads, shielding them both. The rain drummed loudly against it, but when Gwen looked up her face stayed dry.
"You'll be soaked!" she exclaimed, and Merlin already was, his shirt drooping cold and wet against his back and sides.
"I can dry off faster than you can," was all that he said, still grinning, and Gwen couldn't help but laugh.
"You're very strange," she said, but she curled close to him, her shoulder bumping into his as they dashed the rest of the way across the courtyard, together.