i would like to hold my little hand

It was a rainy day, and Ivy couldn’t say that he disliked it. Something about it was calming, hearing it filter down and splash into the river. Grey days in the summer… who would have thought? Well, the stringy boy certainly hadn’t. Still, it wasn’t like he could complain about it. It was midday, and the clouds were keeping the heat of the sun at bay. He could get used to this.

Idly, the boy crossed to the bank of the river for a drink. What did you do when it rained like this? Seemed silly to nap and waste the afternoon. Maybe he could goad Lotus into doing something fun? They could play a game? Hmmph. A treasure hunt? Was there even treasure to hunt out here? With too many questions and not enough answers, Ivy grumbled to himself and scowled at his reflection. It was far too good a day to waste.


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