Let the Rain Fall... {Fide}

[theknightwhosaysni]

It was a few days before the Hatching, with heavy storm clouds rolling across the sky, complete with bolts of lightning, and a few raindrops here and there.

The lake roiled in the wind, the breeze picking up pace as the minutes passed, and so did the rain.

Before more than ten minutes, fifteen at the most, had passed, the rain had begun to fall for real, a steady rain that wasn't very hard, and rumbles of thunder pealed in the distance. A promise, or so it seemed.

And it was next to the Weyr's lake that Amara found herself, her legs crossed Indian Style on the sandy beach, and a silent smile on her face as another crack of thunder sounded, and Amara felt a delightful shiver run through her.

This was the life, it certainly was...

Her hair was soaked and plastered to her face, and Amara had tilted her head upward, her dark blue eyes drifted shut, and her mouth wide open to let the rain drops fall into her mouth.

She was finally beginning to relax out here, where thoughts of the Hatching could not touch her, not when she was jumping every few seconds as thunder sounded in the air.

Lightning sliced through the heavy clouds, followed a few seconds later by a loud crack of thunder that rolled through the air.

Amara grinned cheerfully, bringing her head back to its typical position - her neck was starting to hurt already - and she half-consciously brought her hand up to massage it for a second or two, before her hand dropped back to her side.

Now this was the life...

[fidelli]

Hatoter really dug the rain. There was something soothing about being able to stand outside and let the drops pour down on your skin, a feeling of soothing and cleansing that made him feel better about everything. Therefore, as it rained down on the spring morning, Hat was out in it. He knew he shouldn't be really - he would probably catch a cold, and then where would that leave him? But he had never been particularly clever when it came to things like that, so he was currently walking through the rain, through the bowl, quite pleased with himself. He wasn't really focused on where he was going, because he held in his hand a spoon. It had been warped, and someone had flattened the actual spoon part, but the kleptomaniac had scooped it up anyway and now was studying said object.

In the rain.

Look, I never said Hat was the most clever of them all. But he was digging this new spoon that he had stolen off of the table - mind you, he hadn't realized he had taken it at the time, and he really hadn't noticed that he had been twisting it in his hands this whole time, but by the time he had, he wasn't going to go back to the dining hall. His hat was perched on his head - as it always was unless Javyk stole it - and it dripped rain, but the Weaver parents of their erratic child knew him, and had carefully done whatever they do to make sure the rain dripped from it.

So, as he studied his new spoon and walked to his room - which he would get too sooner or later, he found himself suddenly realizing it would be later.

Because he tripped. Hat didn't trip often, and he was slightly affronted - he was NOT that clumsy - but still! When he opened his eyes and realized he had actually fallen into someone. A very pretty someone. A GIRL someone. Immediately, the man smiled, his charming grin that he used around females. His hat had flown off, and the spoon was somewhere else, but this was better. He shifted so that he wasn't crushing her, and rested his weight back on his elbows, but he made no other move to change his position.

"Well, hello, my beautiful raindrop. I do apologize - it was terribly rude of me to fall on you... But how could I help myself? My eyes were drawn to your beauty, and I forgot how to walk, how to breath."

Meet Hat. Just shove him off of you if he bothers you too much, and ignore the flowery way he has of talking. He's an idiot. A CUTE idiot, but an idiot.

[theknightwhosaysni]

The rain could only claim her attention for so long. It was great, but it wasn't as interesting as dreams of Impression. Yes, riding a dragon would be amazing. And with the large amount of eggs on the Sands, it fairly likely that Amara would Impress. And even if the likelihood had been against her, she still would've dreamed of it. Dreams of Impression claimed the minds of many young children, and though Amara was no longer young, Impression still was an amazing thing to her. She wanted to share her life with a dragon, no matter the color, she would love it. Him or her, the lowliest of the low, or the highest of the high. She would love the dragon when she Impressed, if she Impressed.

Doubts haunted Amara, but for a time, as she was apt to do, she'd shoved them away, and merely let herself bask in the imagined delights of riding a dragon. It wouldn't have to be a Gold or a Copper, Amara would be perfectly happy with any dragon. Any dragon that understood her inside and out, and loved her for what she was. That would be amazing, and of course, it was far more amazing than the rain. The rain's affect on her was short-lived, so it wasn't really all that surprising that she'd already been distracted from the rain. The affect of Impression would be far more long lasting, and it would affect her for a far longer time.

If only she could truly ride a dragon, if she could feel the muscles straining of her own dragon. That would be the most amazing thing in all of Pern, she imagined, a small smile on her face. Of course, it had to be, to hear the dragonriders she occasionally conversed with talk, but Amara, like many children, wanted to feel it happen to her. To see the rainbow eyes gazing up at her, to see a beautiful dragonet staring up at her, telling her its name and that he or she loved her. The image captured her imagination, though the coloration of the dragon changed with every breath she took. Green one moment, orange the next. It didn't matter the coloring, Amara would be perfectly happy with any dragon. It was a recurring thought, of course, it echoed over and over in her mind.

Of course, all solitude in Amara's world was shattered when someone . . . fell on her? It took Amara several seconds to figure out what had happened, and by that point, the person was still perched on her. At least his weight wasn't on her anymore. She hadn't really had time to register who he was or anything like that by the time he'd started speaking.

"Well, hello, my beautiful raindrop. I do apologize - it was terribly rude of me to fall on you... But how could I help myself? My eyes were drawn to your beauty, and I forgot how to walk, how to breath."

Amara blinked, "...Rain...drop?" she looked at him blankly, "Anyways, it's all right. I'm fine." she shook the confusion from her mind, and shrugged.

[fidelli]

Hatoter was one whom could be amused for the longest time, with the smallest little thing. The rain would claim his attention for as long as possible unless something else came along to distract him - which it did. But if she had not, he would still be amused by the intricate little drops that feel from the sky with such wild abandon.

Dreams of Impression... Ever since the pretty Pink had daintily asked him to scratch her eyeridges outside of the alehouse, he had found himself able to dream of riding on the back of the dragon. He, unlike other males, didn't care if it was a Bronze or a Pink - he had always been to busy with other dreams and ideas to think about dragons, but with the chance of actually standing on the hot sands... It was something he allowed himself to touch now. The ideas of a dragon, the ideal that someone could love him despite all of his evil... It was an idea so fantastic that he held his breath and dared to let his mind chase the fantasy.

Hat was not prone to letting himself be swept in dreams, however, and the young man found himself preferring to live in the now and here... Like right at that second, when he was face to face - literally - with a very pretty girl. '...Rain...drop?' His face fell slightly as she looked at him with confusion. 'Anyways, it's all right. I'm fine.' With a heavy sigh, he hoisted himself up and scooped her up as well, giving her an elegant bow and smiling despite the rain still falling steadily. "Yes, Raindrop, my exquisite jewel. Only a few can understand the beauty of a simple rainstorm, you see. That you can sit out here and see the truth in something that for others is nothing... It's an admirable quality."

[theknightwhosaysni]

Other than the boy hovering in her face, it was a perfectly lovely rainstorm. He was kind of good looking, though, and at least his weight wasn't supported against her anymore. It was a little awkward to be this close to a person she hardly knew, but that wasn't that bad. This boy didn't seem to want her to talk much, so that was good.

Amara gave a small, cautious smile as she watched his face fall. She felt vaguely guilty for doing . . . something. She wasn't sure what, but she did like him alright. He didn't seem half bad, did he?

Not really, anyways. Amara jolted as he scooped her up, relaxing very slightly when he bowed and smiled, even through the rain. He was an odd person, but also pretty nice, if a little confusing.

His words were very flowery and affectionate for someone who didn't know her at all, but Amara couldn't resist a small, awkward smile. "It's not a simple rainstorm, though. It's quite awe-inspiring." her smile grew a little wider as she tilted her head upwards to examine the sky before going on, "Thank you..." she smiled a little more as he called enjoying rainstorms an 'admirable quality'.

"A-anyways, I'm Amara..." she would've stuck her hand out to be shaken, but that seemed a little formal after what he'd already done.