“Mmm, no,” Nari mused with a little laugh as he plucked the branch from the tree, shaking water from the rest of the buds. Rain water sprinkled pleasantly into the grass while Dalton seemed set on carrying his branch with him up onto the porch. Nari bore the accusation well as she followed him, “I do not think you need very much encouragement.”
Standing next to him on the porch, she made a gentle beckoning motion and pulled droplets of excess rainwater from the leaves and buds on the branch he carried. After that, she swept her other hand up and pulled the rest of the water from the umbrella, leaving the fabric conveniently dry. Pulling her hands together, she floated a wobbling bubble of water between them, and with a glance up at Dalton, she made a circle with her finger, causing it to separate into a little spinning ring. Neither, it seemed, did she.