Eva looked over to Theodemar when he said that and gave a polite smile before looking back at the children, slightly gripping the vertical wood support.
Rain began to sprinkle onto the onlookers, as well as on the children climbing the tree. A slight breeze could be felt. Eva’s hair blew slightly, showing her neck and pointy ears. She put her hand up, trying to tuck some hair behind her ears as she watched.
Markos looked up at the sky for a second, analyzing the weather. It hadn’t seemed like there would be a storm. He still wanted to take shelter from the light rain, and be comfortable inside their home. “Let’s go inside!” He shouted at the children, loud enough for them to hear.
Jovian’s ears perked when he had heard his father. He was roughly two footholds away from the spot in the tree. “Dang.” He said looking down at Rimeth. “We have to go back.” He said giving her a disappointed look, starting to climb down. “I can’t disobey my dad.” He said looking down for a spot to put his foot. Markos wasn’t the type of father you could keep waiting.