It Pours

Arweanne & Attacker (It Pours, image by James Goudie)

It Pours

by Chet Delano

“Ugh, it never rains.” Arweanne complained from beneath her hood, her Inarian ears poking out from slits on the sides. Her words came through the breathing apparatus she had to wear outside on Sorbis V. She held her books tightly to her chest.

And she was right. It NEVER rained on Sorbis V. The last time she’d felt rain on her head had to have been months ago.

“Of course, the one day I bring everything to work.” She huffed and sighed.

She abruptly stopped underneath the front entrance of a bar and looked around, thinking for a moment. She spotted the alleyway across the street, something that would save her an incredible amount of time. Bright neon lights showed in the distance beyond the alley, dulled by the rain and what little light penetrated the clouds.

Such a dreary day, she thought.

“It’s okay.” She reassured herself, gripping her books tight to her chest, “these will make up for it.” She said, beaming down at them.

Arweanne started a brisk walk across the street. There was very little traffic here aside for foot traffic. Sorbis V was known for being somewhere you could live and happily walk wherever you needed to go no matter where you lived there.

“Aye!” Arweanne heard someone shout from behind her. She looked back to see a figure through the rain at the entrance of the alley.