I'm not a fish, I'm being drowned
"Guh."
She stood amidst the trees just outside the border of the city of Nevremia.
She'd been inspecting how much the crops and outlying buildings in the surrounding forest had been damaged by the blizzard.
She had been.
Now she stood looking and feeling miserable, drenched in a downpour so thick the heavens might as well have just dumped a never ending bucket on her head.
It couldn't be much different from standing under a waterfall.
Water was pounding on the hood of her coat. She was absolutely soaked to the bone already.
No sign of a clearing up any time soon, either.
"...fuck." She cursed softly, shifting as she felt her wet skirts dragging across her thighs. She kicked the front of her skirt, attempting to shake off some of the water that had accumulated.
This sucked.
This sucked so hard.
Fuck the weather.
Just.
Fuck it.
But not in the fun way.
No.