Though not a fire elemental, Brenda was probably one of the few who'd been enjoying Scarlet Oak's rash of hot, humid weather - finding it to be a lot like the weather back home, made all the more precious with the knowledge that winter would soon arrive and with it, the end of her ability to wear shorts and bathing suits everywhere for quite a long while. The rain was even more welcome, especially to Brenda, so it was no surprise (or it shouldn't have been to anyone who knew her) that she was out in it instead of trying to stay dry. While most people out in the rain either had umbrellas or were in rain gear, coats and galoshes, Brenda was in a long blue, black, and white peasant skirt and tank, with her usual bikini underneath - this one a sunny yellow.
What was more, absolutely no umbrella or raincoat was anywhere to be seen, and while she had a pair of flip flops as shoes, they were currently dangling from her fingers instead of on her feet. Because she was splashing her merry way through the park, making sure to hit as many puddles as she could. Her belongings were kept safe in the waterproof messenger bag hanging from one shoulder, and to complete the picture, Keanu was splashing merrily along beside her in every puddle. The Hawaiian goose was as happy with the weather as Brenda was.
Her enjoyment of the afternoon was momentarily derailed, however, as she caught sight of one of the children playing on the swingset. Brenda could see him preparing to jump almost as soon as he chose to do it, having had plenty of experience with her own rambunctious siblings, but couldn't get to him fast enough to stop it. It was easy to see he was too high to land safely, and she winced when he hit the ground and practically faceplanted.
She hurried over, briefly noting the other man who'd also seen what happened, and was already kneeling next to the boy as he started to pick himself up, lower lip dirt-covered and trembling. "Wow, that was a trick, wasn't it?" she asked, knowing making a big deal of it was only going to push him over the line into full-on crying. Seeing no parents rushing over (as she doubted a parent would call their child 'kid', which meant the man wasn't his father), she helped him pick himself up, keeping up a steady stream of quiet, friendly, no-nonsense chatter. "My little brother once jumped off the roof of our house with a trashbag tied to his shoulders. He thought it would make a good parachute and let him float down. Broke his ankle and a wrist. Let's get you out of the rain over here and patched up, shall we?" She glanced up at the man in case he was related, smiling politely. "I've got a first aid kit in my bag. Looks like just a couple scrapes, I think." A knee and an elbow, which was getting off lucky compared to what could have happened.