It rained three days later.
Not a storm or anything dramatic.
Just a slow, steady spring rain that settled over Blackwood like a long exhale.
Luna loved it right away.
Darius did not.
“The paths are going to turn into mud,” Darius said, watching the rain from the library window.
“The flowers need it,” Luna replied.
“The roof is going to need checking,” Darius added.
“The trees look happy,” Luna said.
“The eastern wall is absorbing moisture,” Darius noted.
Luna looked up from her book.
“You’re arguing with the weather,” she said.
“I prefer opponents I can predict,” Darius replied.
She laughed.
“The rain isn’t your enemy,” Luna said.
“It reduces visibility,” Darius answered.
“You’re impossible,” Luna told him.
“So I’ve been told,” Darius said.
Luna closed her book.
“Come o
