“It’s not a matter of how things will be received,” she said, folding her hands. “It’s a question of power dynamics. We cannot hope to overthrow your friends with just the four of us.”
She squinted at him, reaching out and waving a hand over the fire. The flames dampened and extinguished themselves. "This is not your cause. You are not a part of this."
Jude also stood up, craning his head back. "There's a storm coming, I think," he said. Eliza looked over at him. "How big?" "I don't know," he said, looking back down at her. "I haven't been outside in a long time. But there's a feeling in my gut that tells me that it's going to rain."
Sona looked up as well, trying to detect something that was beyond her. "Hopefully it doesn't get too cold."
"At least there's that," Jude agreed. "It'll be nice to get clean." Eliza kicked the rocks, disturbing their firepit. "Let's move."
They began to walk. No less than an hour had passed before thunder rumbled overhead. Jude stopped walking, looking up at the incoming clouds. "Hm..."
Eliza looked at the other two. "We need to keep walking," she said, her brows furrowed. "We have the rest of our lives to feel the rain, but we need to keep moving." As she spoke, thunder rumbled above them, and the raindrops fell, slowly at first, but then falling in a huge downpour.
They were soaked within minutes and Jude ran his fingers through his hair, spraying water. "It's colder than I remember..."
