it's a little late for a summer storm

Sitting underneath the overhang that shielded her from the rain was comfortable and she enjoyed it. Perhaps soaking herself in the pouring water wasn't a good idea, though she could hear in her sons voice as he spoke that wasn't considered. She only smiled though, her silver gaze turning to mean his and sighing softly.

"Perhaps not, what do you suggest I do with my time then?" She asked, genuinely curious and using it as somewhat of a test. There was no right or wrong answer, though, but she expected him to be critical and perhaps even harsh. She could understand if he was upset about her being gone, and she was suspecting that he was holding it against her and assumed that it would influence his answer.

"Speech!"