.R.a.i.n.

In waiting for his sister to return the young man had gone back into a routine. Something was amiss. He had scented the white Queen he once served, and anxiety had him keeping close to the the North. Surely Roman would not dare try to enslave his sister? No. His subconscious would say. She would. Ritsuka had been working to get fit, to get his body back into proper shape. Food, exercise, and proper sleep left the young man refreshed. But he was worried... worried for his other half. If she did not come soon he would need to go to her. While he was confident in his fighting skills he was also uncertain of Roman, the queen who swore up and down the sickness, the plague that spread across Alacritia was a poison of the Covari leader and not what it truly was.

In short, Ritsuka was pretty sure Roman had a few screws in her head loose...

Ritsuka took a breath, leaning against a tree as he breathed in the scents around him. Rain... freezing rain fell from the skies. It was cold, pelting rain that cold strike with so much force it felt like small rocks were being thrown at your body. It was here, under one tree fallen into another, that he'd watch this rain. It was almost peaceful in a way. It was just a shame that he was alone.
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