First Chime - [Action]

[forgetfulchime]

[Leaning up against the fountain in the plaza is a girl, a new feather if you will, which is pretty obvious by looking at the white dress she has on.  There's no telling how long she's been out here exactly, but it's been a while considering the fact that she's soaked.  Her blonde hair is sticking to her cheeks and neck, her white wings are slightly darker and heavier from the water and her dress is practically clinging onto her thin legs.

And what's strange is...

...She doesn't appear to be moving.  She doesn't stir nor does she open her eyes.  No matter how long you may stare at her, she just stays like that; sitting on the cold ground, holding something loosely in her hands while the rain pelts her continuously.  Is she sleeping?]

Comments

[forgetfulchime]

...Three! [Come on come on she's going to try and stand now!]

[feelinghot]

[UP WE GO.

Ilia will make sure that she supports Rhyme's weight (how heavy are you, anyway, Rhyme?!) as she rises slowly, giving time for the girl to ease into position. Does it hurt, Rhyme?]

[forgetfulchime]

[She's not that heavy!! Not even a hundred pounds yet!!

Although it does hurt quite a bit still, she keeps rising up slowly with Ilia, biting her lip pretty hard. She can't let the pain get to her, she can do this]

[feelinghot]

[Well, Ilia's only 106 lbs, okay. She's not that far off.

Well, as long as Rhyme can last it out, Ilia can too. Her shoulder probably aches a little from having to stand as slowly as this, but she'll say nothing about that. Instead, she'll flash her an encouraging smile.]

That's it.

[forgetfulchime]

[Rhyme tries to return that smile with a small one of her own but it's pretty weak. Her back really does hurt too much. Stupid wings... ]

[feelinghot]

[She sees that smile and just knows that with something like that— it probably hurts a ton. So she'll try to lean Rhyme's weight on her a little more— no talk just yet. The last thing she needs is for one of them to slip and well, if it hurts standing up, Rhyme, imagine how it'd be falling down.]

[forgetfulchime]

[As much as Rhyme doesn't want to lean against her too much for support, it doesn't look like she has much of a choice. Standing on her own hurts enough, so she gives in]

T-Thank you...

[feelinghot]

[Holding onto an umbrella and Rhyme is-- a little more difficult than expected. It's okay! She'll still smile!]

Do you think you can walk like this?

[forgetfulchime]

[Would you like her to hold the umbrella, Ilia?]

Mm, I think I can.

[feelinghot]

[Can she do that without dropping it?!]

Then we'll just go to the shop over there. [She moves her head together with that last word, in case she wasn't clear enough.] At your pace, of course.

[forgetfulchime]

[MAYBE.]

Ah--thank you! [So kind] What's inside?

[feelinghot]

[It's probably the furniture shop and now all that helpful for New Feathers, but you know what? At least there's probably something to sit on there. Out of the rain.]

Nothing too much. But it'll get us of the rain.

[forgetfulchime]

[Anywhere out of the rain is good enough for Rhyme. Hopefully it's warmer in there than it is out here too]

Mm!

[feelinghot]

Good girl.

[The umbrella's slipping a little, though, and she has to catch it with the crook between her neck and shoulder. Unfortunately, this probably means that they'll be getting pelted with rain.]

Rhyme, do you think you can hold this? Will it hurt too much?

[forgetfulchime]

N-No, it won't hurt too much! I can hold it if you'd like.

[Well truth be told it may hurt her shoulder to move it but she's a tough girl. She can deal. So she'll hold out her free hand to take the umbrella]

[feelinghot]

["Too much" is an indicator that even if it does hurt, even if she's trying to put on a brave face. But that's fine, a little rain never hurt anyone, even if Rhyme does drop the umbrella.]

I'd appreciate it.

[forgetfulchime]

[She nods and tries to hold the umbrella over both of them so neither of them get wet. Or... more than they already are]

[feelinghot]

[Let's be brave despite the wind and the wet, Rhyme!

...which is to say, they'll probably be struggling their way to the shop either way. Will they make it there? Is there a timeskip?!]

[forgetfulchime]

[THE ULTIMATE TIME SKIP AS THEY TRUG THEIR WAY THERE?!

Yes.

And so they are there. Rhyme's been a good girl, holding onto the umbrella to keep them dry.]

[feelinghot]

[So they'll at least remain passably dry? Sweet.]

You can leave the umbrella outside. I don't think we'll need to bring it in with us.

[There's that and closing the umbrella might take more effort than necessary.]

[forgetfulchime]

Oh! Okay... [Here, she'll lean to the side to gently place the umbrella against the ground.]

[feelinghot]

[If they're lucky, a gust of wind won't blow it away. If it does, whoops, oh well.]

Careful now. [Look, there's even a couch in this furniture shop! Handy. She'll support her all the way till there, quietly explaining now that they're close enough to some form of (other) support.] This place is called Luceti.

[forgetfulchime]

[So kind Ilia. She'll gladly take the support that she's giving her on their way to the couch]

Luceti... [What a strange name]

[feelinghot]

Ring any bells?

[forgetfulchime]

No. I've never heard of this place before.