I'm Not Scared

"Rain," A strong, no-nonsense voice called out to the girl. Iolaire had come across the pup staring up into the ever clouding sky. A seasoned navigator would know that a burst of heavy rain was on the way, but a novice would likely think that perhaps they were in for a little sprinkle. This was not the case. Iolaire was most likely considered an old woman by most, and her journey through life had definitely made her look older than she was. The fae was slim and wiry, but not unhealthy looking in the slightest. A vast difference from her last visit to the castle, not that this young child would know that.

The tri-colored fae approached the girl, looking up to the sky as well, gesturing with a set of her oddly dexterous digits. "Do you see how heavy the bottoms of the clouds look? Full of water." The fae's smokey tail lashed back and forth much like that of an annoyed fox, though she wasn't annoyed at all. "It's going to rain buckets in a moment. Shelter would be ideal." Io's gold and green gaze scanned their surroundings until they landed upon a small hill with an overhang. "This will do unless you want to get soaked." Without waiting, the lithe old woman picked her way through the plains and towards the overhang where she seated herself beneath it. Just then, a touch of thunder rumbled through the land and Iolaire nodded to herself before fixing her piercing gaze upon the pup. "And who are you?"

"Iolaire"