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Dark, near-black packets of clouds gathered on the horizon. There was a fierce wind, blowing the ominous clouds ever nearer at a slow but steady pace, and of course blowing right into the face of a lonely cyclist, pedaling down a seemingly endless, straight road of old asphalt flanked on either side by wheat fields. In the distance the fields sloped over low hills, but here the land was flat.

That was a good thing, the cyclist decided, because cycling against a strong wind up a slope would make things even worse. He leaned with his elbows on the handlebar of the rusty mountain bike that creaked and complained under his weight. His old leather coat flapped behind him. He brought a hand to his forehead to massage it, and allowed himself to close his eyes just for a moment. Just a moment to try and lessen his headache a bit. Just a moment was enough to fail to avoid a bump in the road, though, and he very nearly cycled into the wheat field to his right. He let out a startled gasp, straightened himself on his bike and corrected his course, muttering a curse through his teeth with the relieved sigh he released. He glanced around self-consciously and ran a knobbly hand through pink-dyed, spiky hair, much like a cat that misstepped before proceeding to act casual and groom itself, as if everything was fully intentional. It was silly of course. There wasn’t a single soul on this road apart from him, and the occasional farmer who could pass by would most likely do so in a tractor that could be heard a mile off.

Still, he kept his hands on the handlebar from now on, and glanced up at the sky. It was still sunny overhead, but the dark grey that obscured the horizon could not be ignored. The air already smelled of rain. His backpack was old and had long since passed the time in which it was still water-proof, and so he had to hurry if he wanted to be home before the supplies he got from the town twelve miles away got all soaked.

Iris was up to her knees in wheat, which was making movement increasingly difficult. The girl was hard NOT to spot, with dark green hair and incredibly bright clothing. She was still a ways off from any kind of road, though what helped her spot such a thing was the cyclist moving along it. Seeing as rain was making its way ever closer to her current spot, Iris picked up the pace and started running.

The cyclist would be long gone by the time she neared him, so she decided to halt the pink-haired man before she reached the road. "HEY!!" she called, waving an arm wildly. "HOLD UP!" She hurried closer, and would finally reach the man, panting a bit. "Um...t..town!" she gasped out. "Somewhere...away from the rain, yeah? Where's the nearest building?" Once she regained her breath, she straightened and looked at the clouds. It was going to rain any minute now. She would prefer not to get soaked.

Ruadhan nearly jolted off his bike, startled by the sudden call and a flash of something brightly coloured in his peripheral vision. He had expected to be all alone out here, after all. He braked and stopped a yard or two away, looking back. When he spotted the girl approaching him, he vaguely wondered how he had managed not to see her before now. The colours of her clothing stood in such contrast to the dreary, overcast sky that was quickly advancing on them, that she might as well have been a neon sign.

He stared at her a while longer after she had finished speaking, then blinked. “Er,” he began, and glanced back in the direction he had come from. “Town’s a long way that way,” he said, nodding his head. He got distracted before he could answer the rest of her question, clearly not feeling the same urgency as she did. He frowned the kind of frown that came with either concentrated thought or headaches, and both applied to him at the moment. “Isn’t that where you came from?” He looked at where he thought he had first seen her as he cycled past. “How long have you been walking?”