#the opposite of society's expectations of a woman & a metaphor for feminine anger/violence & nothing about them is nurturing or soft))

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Jill's eyes followed Sheva's as she nodded towards the televisions heralding the night's weather . The last full moon of the year - those nights weren't often so different from the usual nights, but leading up to those full moons Jill tended to be far more volatile when it came to her temper - unintentionally , though - and her senses tended to be far more sensitive in general . It also explained away how uncomfortable she had been in particular tonight .

"I'll be fine . Made it this far - a little rain won't do anything ."

Sheva nodded as Jill explained her typical strategy. She let her gaze flicker to one of the TVs in the restaurant, which wasconveniently displaying tonight's forecast. It was supposed to be a total and torrential downpour. Sheva would need to dress accordingly, and she mentally reminded herself to grab an umbrella.

"Look," she murmured, tilting her head towards the screen. She doubted a little rain would bother her girlfriend, especially when she was something more than her girlfriend, but it couldn't hurt to point it out. It was the last full moon of the year, and Sheva couldn't help but wonder if there was any significance to that. "Is that going to… does rain bother you at all? I can bring an umbrella if I need to."