Staring out at the gray sky, Ona sighed heavily. Her green eyes followed the lines the rain created while running down the window. Toris came and laid a hand on her back, kissing the top of her head.
"What're you looking at?" He whispered, smiling down at her. Ona glanced at her father quickly before turning back to the rain.
"….Rain fairies." She whispered. Toris held back a chuckle as he looked out the window as well.
"Tekrai?" (Really?) Ona nodded her head happily.
"Every time a raindrop falls a fairy is born, and as it goes through the air, for us it's like a millisecond, but for the fairy it's a whole lifetime! And then just before the raindrop hits the ground, the fairy turns into water. Unless you can get the fairy out of the raindrop in time!" She then turned to her tetis. "May I go out and catch some fairies?" Toris chuckled, and ruffled her hair slightly, Ona's face scrunching up at the nose.
"Gerai. But you have to wear a raincoat, and use an umbrella!" Ona was already at the doorway, pulling on her boots and raincoat, violently tugging on a blue rain hat and finally pulling out a small princess umbrella, before rushing out into the courtyard in front of the apartment building the family lived in.
Toris watched with amusement from the doorway as his daughter jumped up and landed in puddles, clapping her hands in the process. She had been out there for almost three hours. Shaking his head and knowing the wet mess she'd make when Ona came back in, Toris laid some towels beside the door, then proceeded to clean up Ona's playroom.
Ona clapped and jumped, laughing. Suddenly, large hands caught her around her middle mid jump, and Ona was hoisted high into the air. The girl laughed as her Papa swung her around a couple of times, and then placing her on his shoulders and making his way up the steps to their apartment.
"I'm home!" He yelled out, putting down Ona, who was soaked head to toe, and grabbed a towel from beside the door. Toris hurried to the mud room, drying Ona down after kissing his husband hello.
"What smells so good?" Ivan called from the kitchen as Toris scolded Ona for removing her hat and jacket outside, then dropping them in the mud.
"Just potatoes and meat." The Lithuanian called back, carrying the soaked girl into the kitchen. Ivan grinned and took Ona from her tetis's arms.
"Good." He muttered, and then left to give Ona a bath.
