The Storm With No Name

The sky was dark as if it were night, but even Lucian knew that it wasn't supposed to be dark. He hated storms, but at least the dark sky made it easier for him to see before the rain started. He hadn't been so lucky to find shelter before the rain hammered down, however, leaving the frail boy drenched and shivering from fear and cold. Being left out in storms was something he was used to happening, but even still he wasn't comfortable with them. Though with the rain pouring down and his eyes already struggling more than enough, he was essentially blind as he wandered through the fjord.

There was really no use in finding a place for shelter since he couldn't see, but walking along the rocks with the threat of water below was enough to at least convince the boy to hunker down right where he was and press himself into the stone, his face finding an uncomfortable position between his body and the rock to prevent the water from beating down on his face and as much as he could prevent from running into his shell-less ears.

"Speech!"

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