Chapter 32
The rain fell and did not stop. There was something in it, too, something that felt good as it sprinkled Isika’s face. The raindrops felt like they contained something more than water. Isika asked Kital about it, one day when they were walking outside, looking at the fresh grass that was shooting up everywhere, always tangled with the new wildflowers that seemed to have come to stay.
“Do you feel something special in the rain?” she asked.
He stopped and thought about it. She watched him as he looked up at the sky. He and Isika both wore cloaks made from charmed cloth from the weavers, to protect from rain. The rain fell on Kital’s face, running off his soft brown cheeks and making his eyelashes wet and spiky. He looked very serious, considering the rain. She smiled. He would
