Weeping. Flooding the plains with it's mournful thoughts. Birds stayed firm in their holdings of there trees as little ants scurried to their homes. He trudged, slowly without care but with thought, slowly walking as solemn tears streaked across his body, without mention nor thought he quickened his pace to perch upon a ledge of a house. He tilted towards it's warm holdings being blocked out by the door refusing to let non in or out. He got comfy, hair sagging, eyes watering body failing in fear as lights streaked across the sky. His body pulsed, tree's stayed firm to the gales and the unforgiving wrath meant to punish those who dared to stay outside. He felt warm, it's sickly grasp fought against the cold grasp of the storm, holding it off as his eyes failed, he curled up and fell into a sleep that cocooned this abuse, keeping him safe, in a sickly darkness that he embraced. A warm haze came as the winds cower and the clouds drew, she looked out of the window, un-fearful of the might of the Earth, it barely event tickled her. She looked outside as birds sung and the sun brought it's warm embrace to every one. Puddles settled, she slipped on her boots, rolled up her sleeves, and opened the door. she paused as she looked down seeing a very familiar figure, her heart paused as her smile fell. "L-lucian?"