Down to the River

Apparently he'd read her wrong, which was perfectly alright with him. He wasn't going to pass up a conversation. After their eyes met the woman called to him and in response he shrugged before parting with the words, "You're not intruding at all." There was still quite a bit of distance between the two of them. It wasn't like she'd rushed up to him and invaded his personal space. He would have objected to that.

The conversational query she tossed his way first brought a faint smile to his lips. Valentine stopped walking and briefly turned back to look at the engorged river. He snorted a laugh and his gaze quickly returned to her. "You can say that again. I've never seen anything like it," the King called back. He'd seen whole trees piled together that had been uprooted and washed downstream.

The woman didn't seem too keen on approaching, which he took to mean she'd probably be made uncomfortable if he stepped closer to talk. He could be wrong, of course. He'd been wrong once already. Still, Valentine remained where he was. "Just passing through or did you want to see the flooding up close?" he asked amicably before shrugging. "I came for the flooding," he said with a crooked smile.