Private Finished Calm Before The Rain

Nyota told her life story and although Varvara felt bad for her Nyota didn't seem to want pity. So she kept her face blank. Varvara had never thought her life had been hard and hearing Nyota's story even further backed up that belief.
"I know you might not want my pity but I want to say I am sorry for your hardships nevertheless, Nyota."
Varvara said and smiled gently. If Nyota wanted to be mad at her for these words then so be it.
Varvara looked at Nyota's hand intrigued when she reached it out. But when heat started radiating from it she backed up a few steps. Varvara wasn't good with heat and when a ball of it formed above Nyota's palm she wasn't so sure she was that intrigued by it anymore. It was beautiful, however, and Varvara looked at it with wonder. Even though the heat made her uncomfortable.
"That is a wonderful ability Nyota."
Varvara smiled and was relieved when she made the miniature sun collapse.
"It sure is much more wonderful than mine, I would guess."

"I guess...I pitied you because I think you needed it."
Varvara smiled gently, Nyota was a strong person. But Varvara knew a lot about people and she knew Nyota had challenged her. She had wanted to see how Varvara would respond to her. Well, this was Varvara's answer.
"I already respected you when you called me a dork, I do not need to know about a person's past to respect them. And your story only confirmed to me that I respect you. You are strong Nyota, but pity is not something to avoid. It only shows that I care what happened to you, that I am sorry it happened to you. But I am not sorry for what it made you, for what you are now, and neither should you. Because the you right now is the one I respect."
Varvara wanted to touch Nyota but she knew now was not the time. So she merely tilted her head and sent a smile to Nyota. She turned away.
"I shall not apologize for my pity. It is mine to keep, and yours to bear."

Light show? Is that what Nyoga really called that blazing ball of heat? Well, Varvara had and hadn't enjoyed it.
"I did enjoy it, it is a powerful ability. But I am quite bad with heat."
Varvara chuckled a little.
"And yes, I can make it rain. I can turn to fog, control a bit of water and freeze it. And then I can lull people into trance with my singing and predict the weather."
Varvara made a slow spin.
"And today I must turn into my ethereal form and collect rainwater so I can live another month. The rain is almost upon us."

Varvara stood firm before the peculiar look Nyota gave her, on her face her usual pleasant smile. And felt a bit relieved when Nyota shrugged. Then she chuckled when Nyota proclaimed that she was indeed strong.
"I am quick to care, I do understand that, but I am slow to let go. In fact, I will never stop caring. I myself do not know the reason for this."
Now it was Varvara's turn to shrug, and then she grinned a bit.
"But I am glad to hear you admire my determination, and are willing to give me your respect. Thank you Nyota."
Varvara sensed the first rain drop before it fell and she moved under a tree with thick branches and many leaves. She wanted to talk just a tiny bit more, before she would possibly forget. But even a tiny drop of rain was enough to transform her. It would not be long.
And just when Varvara moved under the tree the drop fell on Nyota and made Varvara chuckle.
"Do not doubt rain nymph's word on the broadcast. How about you join me under here?"
Varvara smiled and turned to look at the rain falling from the sky.
"Even the smallest drop is enough to transform me. So our time is short."

Varvara chuckled a bit as Nyota came over to her to hide away from the rain. It wasn't falling down that hard yet but Varvara knew it would really pour down in a minute.
"Even my predictions go wrong. If I must predict the weather a month from this day I might have predicted the rain is two hours from now. I am not perfect. But I do recommend you prepare to get quite wet. The rain is only going to worsen, and continue for hours."

Varvara understood Nyota's concerns. She herself was aware of the risk. But she just was how she was.
"I know that, but I cannot fight against my nature. I care for people, I care for their health and safety. I have been used before, and I have been kidnapped. Well, people have tried to kidnap me. I always escaped. But regardless I am unable to change. I don't think I wish to change. I like this me, the me that wants to be kind and help. As long as I can do good it does not matter to me that I can also be used."
At the end Varvara smiled and shrugged, content and sure in her words.

"Yes, one drop of rainwater makes me change into a cloud of fog in the shape of a person. Any water does not change me, just rainwater. I like taking bubble baths, especially if I can have a rubber duck with me."
Varvara grinned and pressed herself tightly against the tree trunk as the rain slowly but surely got stronger.

Varvara felt honoured and happy that Nyota was kind enough to be worried about her. She smiled at her and turned to look at the rain. Any minute now.
"I trust because that's how I am. Like the rain can't help falling from the clouds I cannot help trusting others. Such is the way it goes. But you are kind, Nyota, to be worried about me. I appreciate it immensely, thank you."
Varvara turned to look back at Nyota and smiled gently.
"I may not be a strong person but I am resourceful. I kept myself alive thus far, alone. It is nice to know I have people who care for my fate."

Varvara laughed and her laughter mixed in with the sound of the raindrops. She didn't return the jab but she grinned a bit playfully.
"Yes, I guess I am a dork who likes rubber ducks and playing with bubbles and talking with kind people in the rain."
Varvara chuckled and suddenly gasped a little when she felt a small raindrop land on her arm. Varvara looked at the spot, and immediately she started turning to fog legs up. Varvara smiled at Nyota one last time.
"It was enchanting to meet you Nyota. Please leave my clothes how they are. I shall retrieve them la-"
Varvara's words were cut short when she became completely made out of fog and her clothes dropped to the ground.