Rain was starting to huff a bit. It was not a long mostly run and occasional jog. The humidity was a bit of a doozy today. "Man, I should have took a Manta." Still he carried on finishing the three kilometers to the river. Rain made it to the river and noticed, as per usual, his sister was right. A big animal of sorts had already landed. It may have been injured as a Atlantean looking creature seemed to be trying to treat it, or maybe it was trying to eat the bigger thing. Rain frowned as he doubted it. If it was able to eat a monster that big, his mom would have just said to kill it.
Rain was not sure if it noticed. It may be better to get the creature/things attention first.
"Halló! Ég kem í friði! Ekki skjóta ekki." (Hello! I come in peace! Do not shoot.) He was not sure if it understood him but still trying would not hurt. Unless it irritated him to death. Still he could bolt out of a dangerous situation if need be. He focused magic on his fingers and wrote the letters onto his skin*, he wanted to clear the river in a single jump. He ran forward and leaped his magic allowing him to cross the river as he predicted. What was not thought of was the landing. As his head came crashing down he came rolling into the alien craft.
"ríða að meiða eins heilaga helvíti." (Some Atlantean cursing ignore it) Rain tries to stand.
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