Ch3: (Not)Perfect Weather

"How the hell did we end up in this situation?!" (y/n) complained while brushing the boat deck.

"I've told you already that I'm sorry." Clair snorted

That evening Clair was talking to Arthur and how happy she was when the guy asked her if she would want to help him. Who would ever suppose that trusting him would be a bad idea?

"He traded on you!"

"He did NOT." Clair denied "Maybe he has more important stuff to do."

"Clair, I was there and I heard everything. He got rid of his duty and went to the tavern."

Clair sighed "At least I can always rely on you. But that moment when I felt that he needed me was amazing."

Suddenly (y/n) noticed a huge bulky shape approaching the harbor.

"You gotta be kidding me !" she growled

"It's Arthur!"

"Evening ladies." He murmured "Oh my pretty friend" he spoke to Clair "I'm so glad that you helped me in doing my chores."

"More like she had done everything by herself." (y/n) said with anger

Her friend elbowed her "No problem!"

"Listen, me and my friends are going on a trip, wanna go with us?" He asked

"YES! I mean, it would be nice."

"So let's go." He pulled her

"But the boat." Clair insisted "We have to finish the cleaning or the chief will be mad."

"Go Clair." (y/n) said "He's a jackass but if you really want to go then I can finish cleaning. But only this time."

"You're wonderful! Thank you!"

^^^

Cleaning alone was harder than (y/n) expected. It was past dinner time and yet she wasn't done with (not)her job.

"At least it can't get any worse. " she told herself right before she felt a single raindrop on her nose. Then the second one and another one and finally the rain was that heavy that (y/n) needed to stop and find a place to hide. Cursing out loud she ran to the nearest building. When she reached a large stable, she was already soaking wet. Exhausted and angry, she sat in the corner.

Suddenly she heard a voice. Someone was also in the building and there was no doubt that this person was whimpering. The girl could swear that she knew that voice. (y/n) slowly approached the source of the noise. In the far corner was sitting a red-haired girl stroking a huge black horse. When she noticed (y/n), she quickly wiped her red and wet face.

"Hi! Sorry I didn't know that you were here. "

"Merida, what's wrong? "

"Nothing. "

"Stop lying"

"I'm a warrior! Warriors do not cry. "

"Sure they do. Do you know who doesn't cry? Dead people. It's nothing wrong with being alive ... and crying"

Merida moved a little to make a place for(y/n) to sit "It's because of my parents. Every time we have any kind of foreign guests, they remind me of how important for me is to find a husband. They don't listen to me at all! I sometimes feel more like an object for sale than like their daughter."

"And you want to be free..."

"Yes! I mean, I want to make my own decisions about my own life. "

"Maybe you should talk to them. Even short but calm conversation is the best option, I think. "

"But they won't listen-"

"Were you listening to them? Maybe if you do that, they'll listen to you. Shouting won't open their ears but respect and desire to reconcile will. "

Suddenly Merida put her head on the other girl's shoulder.

"I know that we've met no so long ago but I somehow can't resist to like you. " She said quietly "I've never...felt anything similar. "

"Maybe together, we'll find out how to name that feeling. "

"I like that idea. ... Can you.. stay with me until it stops raining? "

"With pleasure..."