we've got dragon blood, you and I

Hattori along the corridor, his steps drowned out by the sounds of cascading rain. The rainy season was unsurprisingly just that, constant downpours and grey skies, but as far as Hattori could tell there was no cause for concern. The streams that wove through the maze were certainly full and the ground overly saturated, but the dug out irrigation channels kept the water on the move, prevented build up and thus flooding.

He paused, through the scents of rain and leaves he caught the smell of one of his daughters. He had not seen much of her late and was intent on changing that fact.