Canna stepped out of his domain, the soft patter of rain greeting him as he emerged into the forest. The rain was gentle, more of a drizzle than a downpour, and it created a soothing rhythm as it fell, each drop tapping softly against the leaves and the ground. Canna inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of rain mixing with the earthy aroma of the forest—a scent he had always loved. The world around him felt alive, the raindrops rejuvenating the plants and trees, their leaves glistening with moisture.
Mira was with him, her small hand gripping Canna's larger one, while Nyx, ever the silent guardian, hid within her shadows. Mira's eyes were wide with wonder as she took in the rain-soaked forest. The droplets danced around them, and she seemed to be mesmerized by the sight. She hadn't experienced such peace and beauty in a long time, and the contrast between her new life and the horrors she had faced was stark.
