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Kylaelya 1
It was one of those storms that you knew was just not going to quite over night. "I think we had better break out the tea, I can do nothing about this level of rain except perhaps replant what does not survive. This is a work of nature that even I cannot counteract." He sighed staring out at the rain that they needed but instead of smaller showers over time the sky had opened up and gave them all the water they would need all at once which was too much for most of his stock. Even he was not going out to brave that amount of wet chaos.

"It will be fine, it is still early enough in the season, this is why I have backups for the backups but still all that work probably gone within the span of time that the storm stays in the area. He was trying not to let it show how much he cared on his face, but it was too wet, there was no where for the plants to go. His greenhouse was already full of plants waiting to go out, they would be okay at least.

"There is little we can do my love, in a storm like this, the winds are so fierce they could take any of the old trees around down and I don't relish anyone getting caught in the wrong place. It will be a lot of work to replant but maybe some will survive..."

Acts of nature were beyond his control, but the tenacity of the garden and the will of the gardener is what made the partnership work they would endure and thrive and he might get to plant those fancy seeds too that he had bought at market from a far walking traveler.

He hugged her. "It will all be okay, I'm just glad we are safe in here, this looks like a bad storm, I can feel it, I don't know how to describe it but its going to be a big one."

Ky 3
In answer he turned her around, planted a sweet kiss on her lips. "I feel like baking something sweet and maybe talking by the fire, maybe a little slow dancing?" There was just something so beautiful and romantic about being stuck inside due to a storm. A big one at that. "What about you did you have any other ideas?" He was curious to see what her ideas would be, she was smart and beautiful she was full of love and creativity. He was happy that out of all the people out there, she had chosen him. And now he was not lonely. Alone time was getting more frequent again, he couldn't be more proud of how their kids had grown into fine young prentices. "Who knows how long this storm could go on for. It might continue for days...."
He looked out at the whipping wind and rain. Oh well, best to make the best of it. At least he wouldn't have to water the garden now. That was the only small blessing garden wise, but he was starting to be pretty happy about his indoor situation.

Ky 4

He looked at her. "Something to ask me about?" It made him a bit nervous that she just mentioned the question and didn't just ask about whatever it was outright..but it was Fajra and she didn't have a mean bone in her body so it was probably nothing he had done right? He swallowed but kept his outward calm... "I crave muffins I think, the sweet bits in them can be your choice though. He liked all muffins if not equally he at least liked them all.
The storm raged outside. He knew that they needed the water but they didn't need it all at once Mr Storm thank you. He frowned at it. But came back to the moment as Fajra planned their baking spree. He was the instigator and the helper, she left the kitchen to him only on special nights..usually he made a deliscious fish recipe, the rest of the time he respected her territory.

He would follow her orders for the baking, she would read the book or sometimes just remembered what the proportions were without it. She was amazing. He had been so lucky to bump into her and fall in love with the sweetest girl in tendaji.

"Banana blueberry muffins if we have everything, though with how our kids love fruit..well. At least we have the trees and bushes to provide them...if the storm ever lets up enough. I feel like we should let the radaku sleep in the mud room, I know there will be many but I worry about the den with the force of this storm...if a tree came down..." He shook his head not wanting to imagine.

"So long as they remain well behaved..we can er close the door."

He was looking forward to their baking adventures..even if it was rather plain muffins they might be making..or perhaps dough on a spoon if they were missing too many things. He wasn't too picky. She was the best baker though. He did okay with cookies but Fajra was talented. He grew the ingredients as a rule and only rarely did they have to buy out....unless for staples like flour..wheat was boring to grow for someone like him. Yay grass.

He walked over to the mudroom to take a look, eyeball measuring it.."Maybe if they all lie down?" He tilted his head before heading back into the kitchen to solicite a like of the dough spoon. That was the best part about baking after all.
"Looks like there is no need to get soaked in search of blueberries. "You have the best recipe for this, and ..." He pulled out a lemon. "I have the last one, harvested right before the storm, it will make a nice zest for the tops." He smooched her sweetly and placed the lemon on the counter. "What was it you wanted to talk about hmm?"

He leaned on the counter, muscley frame slightly taunt but only because he didn't know what she would ask. "You said there was a question?" He tilted his head.

"Oh well," he smiled, relieved that that of all things was her question. "I think something like that could be arranged." He waggled his eyebrows at her. He was certainly supportive of the idea. He was ready to go through babies again. The kids were old enough to look after themselves to an extent now he and Fajra could focus on bringing the next kid into the world. "What a lovely idea my wife." Who knew today could get better then fresh baked Lemon Blueberry Banana muffins. But it had and he was grateful.

He stood behind her and just held her close, probably interrupting the muffin baking but he was having a bit of a moment okay. It had felt like he had been a loner for a very long time and here his favorite being was, wanting to bring more of their children into the world. How had he gotten so very lucky. And for that he thanked the storm that he thought might just ruin his crops.. he thought about the impact that it had had on his life just now. Not that Fajra probably hadn't of been thinking of the right time to tell him anyway but still it was a good portent for all the garden misery he had to come. Hopefully some of it survived. But a large part of him was now to interested in the new topic to care really.