Chapter 19They did not outright run through the city streets. But nearly so. Hand in hand. Anticipation lacing each step. Little tumbles of pent-up lightning in every sideways glance.
The rain paused over them, a small companion circle. Talis hadn’t asked, but felt the favor of it thrumming along the strings. Wherever he and Jer were, that happened to be the spot where for one instant the drops weren’t falling; he guessed that if he wanted to be wet, they would.
The streets, though busy—it was evening now, or nearly: everyone closing up, going home or going out—conveniently opened up and made space. No carts or bodies or falling tiles in the way. No disruptions.
Just outside Jer’s building, Talis decided to test his theory; it only took a thought, a wish. Raindrops plummeted, splashing
