Rain
Sparrow Reaver
Sparrow scowled at the sky, hugging her arms against her chest. She wanted nothing more that to hole up in one of the little shanties made by Bandits, build a fire and call it a she couldn't. Because she and Reaver had a mission. Which required them to be wherever they needed to be right now.
Silently cursing the sky and the Bandits who got to huddle around fires, Sparrow stomped onwards, , no longer caring that there was mud covering praticlly every part of her no longer new blind white clothes.
Reaver, who had choose to tag along out of sheer bordom, now regretted his choice and looked to Sparrow.
"Minx? Are you alright? You've been acting like you're about to throw a tantrum for the past hour."
Stopping dead in her tracks, she fixed Reaver with a stare that would give little children night terrors. Of course, Reaver being Reaver, he didn't faulter, but he knew better than to say another word.
"I. Am. Noot. A. Child. And. I . Do. Not. Throw. TANTRUMS!" She yelled stomping forwards again.
"If youbsay so~" Reaver smiled. Sparrow grumbled, pulling her boot fron the mud and startedon again. Untill, that is, with a blinding light and an almught crash, whatever hole had been leaking on them for the past three hours had tore itself a new one and poured an oceans worth of water onto them.
"Why. The bloddy hell. Won't. It. Stop. RAINING!?" Sparrow yelled at the sky, almost drowned out by another bout of thunder.
Reaverwatchede, glad it was physically impossible for Sparrow to set the sky on fire. Or anything worse for that 'd seen enough, and heard of morw from his fellow'friends', psychotic break downs to know them. And this was most certinly one. Although it had been raining since daybreak, to Reavers announce. Though Sparrow hadn't noticed untill a few hours ago.
Still, watching sparrow cuss out the heavens was both ludicrous and just a tad bit frightening.