The days were growing sour, empty in this existence as he had no time, no friends near. All he'd been left with, was a crappy routine, unchanged from weeks. But undisturbed only from couple of days, since he'd come back with the things he needed. But these days were enough. Enough to poison his mood like it can happen to a man, who isn't smiling at all for that he's here again - forced to subdue himself to the boring, painful routine. He'd felt like that somewhat, and that was the thing that brought him off from his den now.

To watch the nature's show, lightning up the horizon - instead of sleeping through the storm that came over territory this evening.

A heavy rain, was something that Espada couldn't care less for now. As long he won't find himself tripping on the slurpy muck (that has began to from in some places by now), everything should be fine and dandy, right? With a such thought in mind, his weary paws has decided to snail a bit around - while trying to come down the slope and head to the lake. Maybe because the rain was that heavy, that it made him actually wonder does it's still raining? Maybe it was hailing, which would be a better explanation from a constant bombardment of cones and acorns failing in insane amounts from the trees?

That would be surely an good enough explanation...

But he knew where he'd can hide himself from it, and still enjoy the nature's show that was going on in the distant, lightning the world with the cascades of light and rambling thunder once in a while. And it won't be long for him to get there, as in one of the flashes, his emerald sapphire eyes has caught the view of the old willow tree standing just on the edge of the Saratoga Wood. He would pause there...and think through the rest of his head. God he needed something to do...if only the gods would amuse him this day.

Training was in order on the day the rain let loose from the sky. Such an opportunity was not to be wasted after all, the rain as part of water that cycled around the world due to the Spirit of The Ocean and what a better way to train than to do so in a part of something one loves? At least that's what went though Isabella's mind, the two things she loved the most training and the sea tied together. But it wasn't just the sea as the sky grew dark and lighting flashed near by. That did not matter to Isabella though, as the rain pounded on her fiery fox like fur she kept on running letting her legs gracefully carry her small form onward.

Her icy blue eyes saw the path ahead in the mostly dead forest, it was a good enough place to train in an empty area but with one that had things to look out for every now and then was a blast. Though of course she did not show it on her face, as every it was calm, ears up to catch any noise, tail straight behind her and eyes mostly calm with a spark of joy deep within. Though soon the rain was strong, strong enough to make her flatten her ears to avoid damage.

Her running slowed as the rain picked up even more and as she felt something hard hit her shoulder she knew it had started to hail. That was not a good sign, not with the lightning at the same time. Though she loved to train Isabella had no death wish and wanted shelter, if only from the hail. Speeding up she looked around for any signs of cover and found it in a distant patch of forest that was still alive. Angling her body toward it she ran a bit slower, coming to a stop as she made it to cover. Unfortunately she almost collided with another but paused just in time and took a few rapid steps back before coming to a stand. Slender legs held her well with her head, ear, and tails up enough to let the stranger know she was in charge of her own life and in all honestly partly out of habit.

"Pardon me stranger, I was careless in this rain. I will know to be more careful next time. I am Isabella VentFlurra and again I apologize." Her voice was calm yet empty of emotion as it always was. Her eyes still held the excitement of running and her breathing made it clear she was fighting the urge to pant after such a run. Not panting was just another part of training, making herself better and not being a weakling she feared to be. At lest she could keep her mind sharp though if not her body as she looked at the stranger, a male seeming to be around her age small, and with odd eyes and fur. She had never seen fur split down the middle before and his eyes were unique. All and all he looked rather handsome, if not interesting.