Why was Llewellyn Watts-Maresh out in this ungodly weather? Dumb luck, and all of it bad, honestly. It wasn’t like he had no common-sense whatsoever (debatable at times). Bad weather meant staying indoors. It meant battening down the hatches and curling up with a nice blanket with a book to read or something to fuss over some until it was time to go meet Rhy at his job to accompany him home to make sure he made it back alright.

Unfortunately, Pretzel had needed to be let out for a moment in the downpour to do his little dog business. They couldn’t expect him to stay in till the storm was over. At least… Llewellyn had presumed the frantic pawing at the door was for when he started whining. Llewellyn donned his hat and coat and took Pretzel out into the yard, trying to stay under the shelter provided by the balcony above. Pretzel, however, made a mad-dash for the gate. The hinge holding it shut had broken off in a particularly strong gust of wind that came in with the storm and off the hound went, letting out some loud barks as if expecting Llewellyn to follow.

Eyes comically wide, he took off at a dash, calling for the dog.

The figure Luna could see in the distance was decidedly tall and wearing a familiar hat. More familiar still was the hound that was much closer, rushing up to see the little girl who had quickly become one of his favourite people.