[ tighnari is used to the rain, sudden storms hardly bother him, but the wind and noise are.. less appreciated. both are hell on his ears.
he's currently hurrying toward his shop when the skies tear open, and his umbrella would be useless in this wind. but he doesn't mind getting wet. still, a loud thunderclap has him hissing through his fangs as he quickly darts beneath the shelter the young woman is gesturing toward. ]
I'd offer you my umbrella, but it won't be of much use in this wind.
take cover;
he's currently hurrying toward his shop when the skies tear open, and his umbrella would be useless in this wind. but he doesn't mind getting wet. still, a loud thunderclap has him hissing through his fangs as he quickly darts beneath the shelter the young woman is gesturing toward. ]
I'd offer you my umbrella, but it won't be of much use in this wind.
[ his tail flicks, bristles, shaking off water. ]