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Spring storms can often appear with out little notice and last for days. They are filled with strong winds and heavy rain, which means one must halt their travel if they are able to even get outside during the downpour. Your character has found themself stuck away from home in an area with others seeking to avoid the storm. Who do they meet? What do they talk about? How do they feel about the storm?
Jianyu trudged through the muddy path, his boots heavy with the weight of the rain-soaked earth clinging to them. The storm had caught him off guard, descending upon the countryside with a vengeance, and now he found himself seeking shelter in a village he wasn't familiar with. His duty called him home, but the elements seemed determined to delay his return. As he approached a modest cottage, Jianyu saw the flicker of a lantern through the rain-blurred window. With a sigh of relief, he made his way to the door and knocked, hoping for some respite from the storm.
The door creaked open to reveal an elderly Yaeli woman, her face weathered by years of life's trials. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Jianyu standing there, drenched and weary.
"Come in, come in," she said, ushering him inside before he could speak. "You'll catch your death out there."
Jianyu nodded gratefully, stepping over the threshold into the warmth of the cottage. He took a moment to shake the water from his cloak before removing it. The scent of cooking wafted through the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of wood smoke.
"Thank you," Jianyu said, his voice quiet but sincere. "I'm sorry to intrude, but the storm caught me unprepared." The old woman waved off his apology with a dismissive gesture.
"No need for apologies, young man. Sit by the fire and warm yourself. I'll fetch you some dry clothes."
Jianyu nodded again, feeling a pang of guilt at the inconvenience he was causing. He took a seat by the hearth, grateful for the crackling warmth that chased away the chill in his bones. As he watched the flames dance, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Being stranded in a strange village, at the mercy of strangers, was not a situation he relished.
His thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of the old woman's husband, a Zenian whose weathered face bore the marks of a lifetime spent working the land. He greeted Jianyu with a nod of his head before disappearing into another room.
Jianyu glanced around the cottage, taking in the quaint furnishings and the flickering shadows cast by the lanterns. His eyes fell upon a group of children playing in the corner, their laughter filling the air despite the raging storm outside. He frowned slightly as he noticed their unusual appearance - a mix of Yaeli, Zenian, and Shifter that marked them as unmistakably hybrid. The old woman returned with a bundle of clothes, which she handed to Jianyu with a smile.
"Here you go, dear. These should fit you well enough. I'm afraid they're a bit old-fashioned, but they'll keep you dry."
Jianyu accepted the clothes with a nod of thanks, feeling a pang of discomfort as he realized they were likely hand-me-downs from one of their adult children. He quickly changed into the dry garments, grateful for the warmth they provided. As he settled back by the fire, Jianyu couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him. He was unused to being in the presence of hybrids. The old woman noticed his discomfort and frowned slightly.
"Is something wrong, dear? You seem troubled." Jianyu hesitated, unsure of how to articulate his feelings without causing offence.
"It's nothing, really. Just...not what I'm used to, is all." The old woman's expression softened, and she placed a hand on his arm in a gesture of sympathy.
"I understand. It can be difficult being in a strange place, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. But you're safe here, I promise you that."
Jianyu nodded, grateful for her reassurance. He knew he was being unfair in his judgment of the children, but old prejudices die hard, and he couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that lingered in the back of his mind. As the storm raged outside, he and the old couple sat by the fire, exchanging stories and sharing a simple meal. Despite his initial misgivings, he found himself warming to his hosts, their kindness and hospitality helping to ease his troubled mind. As the night wore on, the storm showed no signs of abating, and he knew he would have no choice but to spend the night in the cottage. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of inconveniencing his hosts further, but the old woman would hear none of it.
"You'll stay here tonight, dear," she said firmly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We have plenty of room, and it's no trouble at all."
Jianyu tried to protest, but the old woman's stubbornness won out in the end, and he found himself gratefully accepting her offer. As he settled down to sleep, the sound of the storm raging outside slowly faded into the background, replaced by the comforting warmth of the fire and the gentle snores of his hosts. Despite his lingering discomfort, Jianyu couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected kindness he had found.
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