“Aaah, make it stop!” the half-orc screamed. Both girls were too busy laughing, however, to tell him how. “Daah, stupid rain! Less, less!” The rain softened back to a tolerable level. He shook water out of his ears while the girls continued laughing.

“Think you’re soooo funny,” he grumbled.

“Of course.” Delysia drummed her fingers against the door, smiling at Harruq. “You can say cold and warm to change the temperature.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Aurelia jabbed Delysia in the ribs, her grin still mischievous. “Think he’s done in there already?”

“I’d say so,” the priestess replied. “We did soak him pretty good, didn’t we?”

“What’re you two up to now?” the wary half-orc asked.

“Say ‘dry’ Harruq,” Aurelia ordered.

“No. I don’t trust you.”

“Fine, I will.” The elf hoisted herself up and stuck her neck through the top of the door. Harruq spun around, blushing furiously. The elf laughed and said, “dry very hard.”

Massive winds slammed Harruq from one side of the room. He struggled against it, but eventually flew back, the impact with the wall taking away his breath.

“I hate you, Aurry!” he shouted when his senses returned.

“I love you!” she shouted back. She poked her head in once more, took a good look at the half-orc while Delysia opened her mouth in shock, and then said the word ‘done.’

The wind stopped. All was quiet in the room. Aurelia stepped back while the priestess mouthed a question.

“It’ll do,” Aurelia said. Both burst out laughing.

“Can I have my clothes now?” a humbled and embarrassed Harruq asked from inside.

“Here you go,” Delysia said, tossing the dirty clothes over the top of the door. “Although you really should keep those in there with you when you wash.”

Both decided the curses coming from inside were not appropriate for female ears, so they left. Qurrah met them at the door to the tower.