Sweet Spring Storm

He couldn't help the joy that flooded him at the sight of her enjoyment and wonder, and the knowledge that he somehow had provided it. Sure it was a different telling of their history, but he wanted to dress it up so it was a more happy story. Unlike some of their family, he loved his life on the island, and he did miss their parents. He never really believed they had been abandoned, just sent away. But perhaps his resentment towards Voltage had colored his view of his parents for the better. He'd smile gently at her questions, at her understanding of the story, and he couldn't help but be happy. No one really understood his storms, his family was a calmer one, aside from Serefina. Arcus raged to rage, Serefina was just the embodiment of fire. Then she asked about lightning and ice, or hail, and he thought for a moment, humming as the wind raced through his fur, as the ground shook in thunder. "No...I wouldn't say fighting." He said softly. He couldnt fight with Glacier. "When the storms work with the other elements, that's when they create something special." He said softly, brows furrowed as if he were only coming to the realization himself. "Without the Wind, the Water, the hail and lightning...a storm would be nothing but rolling clouds making noise." Which...is exactly what he had been, hasn't it? "In order for this world to turn, and for night to turn to day, the elements must work as one. Fire and water creates earth, as the story goes..."

"Burn Baby Burn"