( there's something extremely freeing about getting caught in a cloudburst, in law's opinion. the fact that the rain came on so suddenly, almost without warning, had been invigorating for all of a few minutes. but then it wasn't just a cloudburst, it was a full-on rainstorm, and being pelted with refreshing droplets of cool rain after who knows how long of walking and fighting got tiresome and kinda miserable real quick. and to think he'd nearly started jumping in puddles!
...alright, so he had jumped in a few puddles, just to make a big splash, and yeah, maybe that's kinda childish, but listen. where he grew up there was no rainfall at all, period, and cyslodia hadn't been any better on that front. they'd gotten tastes of it in some of the more temperate regions, but the change in climate definitely brought on some new, interesting joys to take pleasure in... at least until they got a rude awakening about the various inconveniences that come along with them.
like rinwell, law doesn't even glance twice at the fact that it's such a small room, only one bed. wouldn't be the first time, surely won't be the last, but you also can't expect him to pick up on ~tiny little details~ when he's drenched to the bone and squelching in his shoes. he flops right down onto the floor and starts prying his shoes off, his pack dumped unceremoniously on the floor beside him. )
Augh... yeah, maybe, if they even have any! Do you wanna go find out while I get the fire lit?
( two seconds on the ground and he's already forming a puddle underneath him. hoo boy. fortunately there's a tinderbox on top of the mantle and logs ready to be burned, and what he guestimates is just enough space to hang their stuff up to dry. first thing he does is dump his shoes in front of the hearth where they will need every prayer to mother dahna imaginable of getting dry by morning, even with the fire. )
much to the relief of everyone around them
...alright, so he had jumped in a few puddles, just to make a big splash, and yeah, maybe that's kinda childish, but listen. where he grew up there was no rainfall at all, period, and cyslodia hadn't been any better on that front. they'd gotten tastes of it in some of the more temperate regions, but the change in climate definitely brought on some new, interesting joys to take pleasure in... at least until they got a rude awakening about the various inconveniences that come along with them.
like rinwell, law doesn't even glance twice at the fact that it's such a small room, only one bed. wouldn't be the first time, surely won't be the last, but you also can't expect him to pick up on ~tiny little details~ when he's drenched to the bone and squelching in his shoes. he flops right down onto the floor and starts prying his shoes off, his pack dumped unceremoniously on the floor beside him. )
Augh... yeah, maybe, if they even have any! Do you wanna go find out while I get the fire lit?
( two seconds on the ground and he's already forming a puddle underneath him. hoo boy. fortunately there's a tinderbox on top of the mantle and logs ready to be burned, and what he guestimates is just enough space to hang their stuff up to dry. first thing he does is dump his shoes in front of the hearth where they will need every prayer to mother dahna imaginable of getting dry by morning, even with the fire. )