"Then you'd have me fooled, sure enough", Arven chuckled at the bold remark, ever-more charmed by this strange young witch. It had been a while since he'd met someone quite so willing to blaze their own trail.

"A water bird, maybe", he amended with a smile, noting her state of comfortable contentment as the rain continued to shower down upon her parasol, dampening her skirts and muddying her shoes.

Though he was one to talk, having no regard for the rain whatsoever. He tossed a few sodden strands from his face as they continued to walk.