There was something special about the rain here. It smelled different. It felt different than Ul'dah. Luke warm and cleansing. The fair-haired Miqo'te had her nose turned up to the sky, her eyes closed and he hands open. Palms up to embrace the drops falling on and all around her. It was the only time she was peaceful and stood relatively still, the opposite of her bubbly and excitable nature.
The thin blouse was soaked through by now. Hair covered in few beads drippings from the ends. Feeling the rain soften and then pelt her, to and fro the pressure would go. But she didn't mind. The on lookers however stared and shook their heads, ducking to the tavern to escape. Small teases and giggles about the strange girl in bare feet rocking up onto her toes to get closer to the sky, ears pinned back and eventually stick out her tongue to taste. Yes! It even tasted different.
The thin blouse was soaked through by now. Hair covered in few beads drippings from the ends. Feeling the rain soften and then pelt her, to and fro the pressure would go. But she didn't mind. The on lookers however stared and shook their heads, ducking to the tavern to escape. Small teases and giggles about the strange girl in bare feet rocking up onto her toes to get closer to the sky, ears pinned back and eventually stick out her tongue to taste. Yes! It even tasted different.