Droplets of water descended from the darkening skies, the sunlight giving way to a dusky storm. Rain poured down β heavy and unrestrained. You felt water trickling down your skin, countless headed below the sky β a relentless barrage, yet you pursued your saunter through the bustling streets of Penacony, amid the drenching shower.
There, in a distance, stood a drifter whose choice of apparel reminded you of a Galaxy Ranger. Cascading locks of plum graced by the wind's soft caress β untouched by the rain through the use of an umbrella, shaded in a vibrant hue of red. A large sword, reminiscent of a katana, sheathed beside her β a weapon many were aware could cause harm in seconds.
Gazes entwined, and after a few steps forwards, she extended her hand. It made you flinch to an almosr defensive stance, yet however, to your surprise, her intentions held no malice. Instead, she offered her umbrella for you to use to cover yourself from the drenching touch of the rain.
"The downpour seems rather intense, wouldn't you say?" The drifer's voice was low; eerie in sound. Yet it held no ill-intentions. "You do not strike me as a local. Why walk around these parts without an umbrella, amidst the precipitation?" She inquired, approaching in peripatetic grace.