As the rain started to pour I made myself comfortable in my tent and looked out at the small fire which was nearly extinguished already.
Ares seemed concerned - I think my comment about the rain being an omen had bothered him but he wasn’t going to say anything.
“I always thought the rain was a good thing… it washes away the dirt and everything is fresh again afterward. If it was a sign, I would say it was a good one.”
He did not seem to be convinced, but I moved up close beside him and draped my arm around him.
“There’s no need to try to comfort me; I don’t believe in superstitious nonsense like omens and foreshadowing.”
“You didn’t believe people really form the kind of bond that we have, either. And I am not trying to comfort you; if it was an omen, it would be a good one - I can f
