[For someone who prides herself on being prepared for anything, she had been woefully unprepared for the sudden storm sweeping over the town. An umbrella would have been great, but the fae hadn't thought to provide one to her when she arrived!? So, it's with her coat over her head that she tries to rush back to her cottage. Tries.
The wind and the rain, however, are far too strong even for the sergeant to make it back, and she can feel her legs almost giving way as she tries to keep herself upright and from tumbling into the deep puddles that line the streets.
Surely, Hector can imagine her relief when she hears a voice calling to her, and the offered hand. She reaches for it instinctively and uses it to hoist herself out of the rain and beneath the rocks.]
Thank you.
[Immediately, her ears twitch violently to shake the water clinging to them, and she doesn't mean to spray him with it, but alas. Sometimes they move on their own.]
Ah, sorry. I would have thought to bring an umbrella... if I had one.
seeking shelter
The wind and the rain, however, are far too strong even for the sergeant to make it back, and she can feel her legs almost giving way as she tries to keep herself upright and from tumbling into the deep puddles that line the streets.
Surely, Hector can imagine her relief when she hears a voice calling to her, and the offered hand. She reaches for it instinctively and uses it to hoist herself out of the rain and beneath the rocks.]
Thank you.
[Immediately, her ears twitch violently to shake the water clinging to them, and she doesn't mean to spray him with it, but alas. Sometimes they move on their own.]
Ah, sorry. I would have thought to bring an umbrella... if I had one.