Chapter
CCLXXII: Hmmmmm… ~Rainstorm
Rainy awoke to find the woman he had spoken to the previous evening already awake. She was making what he assumed to be breakfast, but he wasn't sure yet. He rolled over and curled up in the soft blankets again and then –
"OW!" he screamed out scaring the woman and sending the pot she was carrying into the air.
CLANG!
The pot had hit the floor and the woman did not look particularly happy. She was actually quite annoyed, but Rainy wasn't really paying attention to that. Instead he was reaching into his robe wondering what had caused him to poke a hole in himself.
After a moment of searching, he remembered the inside pockets, thinking that perhaps some forgotten spell component had been carelessly left in there. What he found surprised and confused him at the same time. It was a small pen, gold, or at least gold plated by its look and it was very shiny. And yet....
Rainy hadn't ever remembered putting this pen in his pocket. In the meantime, he had forgotten about the woman who still stood in the center of the room giving him the eye. He quickly apologized, turning as red in the face as a blue Yoshi could; rather, it turned out to be a shade of purple. He promptly bent over and helped her to clean up the mess while at the same time saying that he would go out and find new vegetables with which to make breakfast.
That said, he
opened the door and felt the warm spring breeze on his face, the sun bathing
him in light. It was already quite close to
Rainy smiled. "Looks a lot like my skin, huh?" he said as he looked down at his arm.
That's when he noticed the scab that was forming on his arm at the moment. This caused him to remember that he had found a strange pen in his pocket, so he drew it out and examined it again. It was the same pen it was before: gold in color, and shiny, though shinier now that it was glinting in the sun.
He began to walk, and found himself near the edge of a wooded area which had a garden nearby. He assumed that this garden belonged to the old woman that had so graciously taken him in. Rainy then headed over to the garden and absent-mindedly began to pick the vegetables out of the ground.
A few minutes later, he had quite an armload going, so he sauntered back to the house and gave them to the woman who began to cook once more. An hour later, they were eating breakfast.
"So what caused this whole disturbance in the kitchen?"
"Hmmm?" said Rainy through a mouthful of breakfast, or rather lunch as it was now.
"The whatchamacallit that you poked yourself with."
"Oh that," he said, producing the pen from his pocket. "It was this small thing; didn't even know that I had it."
The woman just shook her head and began to clean up, telling Rainy that she would be gone for the day in a town a mile off down the road. She invited him to come along, but he decided to stay and relax for awhile, so she left Rainy and his own thoughts.
For some reason, the pen he had found in his pocket really bothered him. Something so tiny and seemingly insignificant was actually puzzling him. He wondered how in the world it had gotten there, and yet for the life of him, he could come up with no logical explanation. So with a shrug, he put it back in his pocket and laid back down on the bed to go back to sleep.
"Hmmm…where'd…it…come…from?"
Rainy said with a yawn. And with that, he was fast asleep within seconds.