Walking in the Rain [N'kal]

The rain seemed to be never ending as it fell from the steel-grey sky that afternoon.  And while Bordtai was never a fan of the constant pounding that befell his head during harsh downpours, the light rain that fell now was gentle enough to not trigger one of his headaches but still heavy enough to leave him soaked after his short walk.  Of course, his short walk had been a half run mixed in with a bit of stumble once he’d managed to get away from the group of Weyrbrats that had decided he was a target that day.  But then again, when a target never fought back or tattled, it was never a surprise that such a target would quickly become a favorite to torment.

Scuffed boots and hand-me-down clothes were ill fitting today just as they were any day, but that was not what currently held Bordtai’s attention.  He’d pulled the cloth he held to his nose down to inspect it in the rain before sighing and refolding it so he could push a clean section back up to help slow the flow of blood.  Really, he would really enjoy going a seven day without a nose bleed brought on by larger Weyrbrats.  Adults often said he’d find a growth spurt that every other Brat seemed to have found two of by now, but Bordtai was still the shortest and smallest boy for his age group.  It really wasn’t very fair.

Rounding another hut that belonged to some rider or another, Bordtai continued his walk at a slower pace, confident he’d either lost the Brat’s or they had given up pursuit to stay dry.  That was uncharacteristic of Bordtai to be honest, he would often take the beating till they’d grown bored, but with the rain offering promise of sanctuary today, he’d taken the chance to run.  There was the possibility that running would have egged the larger boys on and given them more ‘fun’ in the game, but Bordtai’s bet on the rain seemed to have won out – it made him glad despite now being soaked and with a bloodied nose.  At least the rest of him would only hold old bruises and no fresh ones today.

Glancing around, Bordtai didn’t notice the man sitting outside in the rain – he was too concerned making sure he was in a district of huts that did NOT include the green rider B’jin’s hut.  The last thing he wanted today was to escape the larger Weyrbrats only to be caught by the adult and hauled off once more to the Healer’s Hall.  Granted, the last time that had happened Bordtai had been a LOT worse for wear, but the small boy wasn’t taking chances.  Even if he did like the Healer-turned-rider; Talian.

OOC::  If N'kal is more tempted to watch than talk, that's fine.  ^_^  I'll find a way to bother him in the next post.  But I saw in the profile that he enjoyed sitting out in the rain and thought that would work nicely.  <3  Let me know if you need me to change anything.