Shake out your boots

He gave her an appraising look at that. “I’m curious where the singe marks are” He mused teasingly, anticipating for the storm already warming his tone. A clap of thunder sounded shortly after his words and he hunkered down a little tighter to Keahi, turning his head towards her so their words wouldn’t get lost in the howling wind and cracking clouds. He couldn’t fully protect her from the elements, but she had two coats on and a Warlord beside her. It was the best he could do.

The rain fully found them then, soaking into his thick coat so even the Warlord could feel the chill of it. He had expected snow, but perhaps it wasn’t quite cold enough for that. But it must have been close, there was hail mixed in with the raindrops. He leaned a little further over Keahi, and ducked the tip of his nose under her coat. Breathing in the warmth beneath it. The thunder struck a ridge not far from them, and he huffed a laugh, his breath rolling beneath her coat. “Ready?” He said, knowing the next one would strike closer yet. Hopefully, the storm would take the dagger-bait.


"Sirius Fatalis"