From the leaves of shrubs to the tallest trees, droplets of water bounced and battered from above. Every drop of the morning rain echoed its own voice, all together gurgling a symphony of white noise.
Not uncommon weather for the city of Cravolta and yet it had gained the attention of the Thundering Blade. The sound of the storm and chaos hummed a sweet melody the blonde could not look away from.
Through each window down the halls, atop the balconies and through the lush gardens—the blindingly violent rain gave a white glow as Jotou yawned into a smile.
"There's that smile," Hotaru's voice broke Jotou out of her trance. "What has you all chipper?" Hotaru's ear bent.
Jotou glanced back to the windows, more Royal Guards and staff whizzing back and forth in the morning. "It's cold; pleasantly cold.
