Private Finished Calm Before The Rain

Varvara had always thought she had a pleasant personality, despite being stoic and a nymph of the rain. She always tried to go through the positive things first and succeeded most of the time. Varvara wasn't one to mull over the bad and sad in her life, not at all.
But today she felt gloomy.
Varvara stood in a small clearing and looked up to the sky. Her long pants and tank top made of silk fluttered in the wind that pushed heavy, grey clouds across the sky. They were the color of her eyes and hair. Today Varvara hadn't braided her hair and it was swaying gently behind her, looking like a cape made of storm and rain.
Varvara's eyes weren't smiling today. Her weather prediction for today had promised rain, and it would begin in a few hours. And Varvara would have to turn into her ethereal form and soak up in rainwater. It had been long enough since the last time and if she waited too long Varvara would wither away. But when she turned into her ethereal form Varvara felt so...detached and capricious. And when she turned back for a short while she wouldn't remember her name, her past or where she was. And that scared Varvara way more than death.
Varvara sighed, a thing she did ever so rarely, and lowered her gaze. The grass in this clearing was the same color as the one in the grassland she had first woken up in. That made her feel a bit better, because that grassland was her happy place. Varvara raised her head, her eyes smiling again, turned around and walked into the trees. She shouldn't just wait around for the rain. She should, yes, go to town and eat something new, or learn a new song, or look for new bugs in the bushes. Varvara began to hum, not enough that her power activated, and did a few spins while she walked. Varvara loved how her long hair twisted around her.
Varvara got so into spinning she didn't look where she was going and bumped face first into a tree. Varvara let out a combination of a grunt and groan and squatted down into the ground. She rubbed her face and began to laugh silently.
"Oh dear, I'm trying too hard to make myself feel better. But..."
Varvara lay down to the ground and stared at the sky through the branches.
"Rainy days are my only weakness. That, and shrimps. I loathe shrimps."

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Varvara jolted a little when she heard talking but didn't get up. She just turned her head and looked at the girl that had suddenly appeared. She was upside down. Varvara grinned and spinned around so she was lying on her stomach. She set her chin on top of her crossed arms and tilted her head.
"I am quite delighted that you share my accurate vision of the creature the call a shrimp. As for laying here, I do not know. I quite like it here."
Varvara spinned a little closer to the girl and sat up, grass in her hair.
"Making a fool of myself. What a great way of expressing it. Yes, I was making myself something. To your eye, a fool. To someone else's eye, something else. A dork I might be, but I am also free, funny, clumsy. Aaaaaaand..."
Varvara stood up and spinned next to the girl, sneaking a peek at her sketchbook.
"You made this fool a part of your piece. We are both bit dorks, we are both bit...artictic."
Varvara spinned away and stopped her back to the girl, suddenly serious.
"I don't like the rain because it makes me forget. I also like the rain because it keeps me alive."
Varvara turned her head and looked at the girl over her shoulder.
"I am quite weird today because I feel melancholy. What are you today?"

Varvara was delighted of the defuddlement dhe caused in this person. She was happy for any reaction she caused. It meant she left a mark in the world around her. And that meant more to her than even rain. Or forgetting.
Because even if she forgot everyone else wouldn't.
But still she felt tad sorry for ruining the girl's zen moment. What was a zen moment?
Varvara turned around, absently glancing at the sky once before setting her bright, focused gaze on the person. Her eyes were marvelous. Varvara wanted to know about them too. But first
"Tell me about this 'zen moment' and why did I destroy it? Is it nothing like befuddlement?"
Varvara smiled and made a slow spin that made her hair form a curtain around her.
"Am I such a weirdo all the time? Weirdo is such a marvelous word, I like it quite a lot. Answer to that question is yes. Or no?"
Varvara stopped spinning and had a contemplative expression.
"During all my 17 years I have been like this. So I guess yes, yes I am."
Varvara grinned victoriously, she had learned something new. She was a weirdo.
"How wonderful, I am a weirdo! Now, who are you?"
Varvara stepped two steps closer.
"Your eyes are simply wonderous."

Varvara was happy when Nyota told her her name. She smiled widely and did a couple of spins. Varvara always felt content when she made yet another contact, no matter whom it was. And Nyota seemed like a pleasant individual.
"It is pleasant to make your acquintance Nyota."
Varvara grinned at Nyota and moved a tad closer.
"Thank you for your explanation. I cannot say I fully understand but you have widened my horizons, and I thank you for it."
Varvara curtsied slightly and listened to Nyota talk ablut her eyes and arm. Varvara hadn't even noticed it, which was rare for her. It must've been the rain, it made her forgetful.
"I understand. I shall not look at you in the eyes too long. Tell me..."
Spins a bit closer again, but tries not to invade her personal space. She had noticed Nyota didn't like it.
"How on earth do your eyes shine so brilliantly?"

"Ate a sun god? Well that is simply remarkable. What form was he in for you to mistake him as something edible?"
Varvara was extremely curious, this was the first time she had heard something like this. Ate a god? My goodness!

Nyota started to ask questions from Varvara and she happily replied. It was only the natural thing to do.
"I would happily tell you about me! I am Varvara, I am a nymph of the rain. A gust can't blow me off if I aren't in my fog form. And you may call me she, I am feminine."
Varvara smiled and was staring into Nyota's eyes again. She averted her gaze and chuckled.
"I would never demand you to tell me your life story after I ruined your zen moment. But if you wish to share it with me I would be most happy. I can then share mine with you, if you want."