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Eiden cradles Topper in his arms as he stares out into the pouring rain.
The storm had rolled in from the west, from the direction of the Great Forest, and now there is nothing to do but wait in the mansion until it passes.
Eiden pets Topper gently.
Maybe after the storm passes, the shenanigans in the forest will die down too. Not that Eiden really understands what that was all about anyway.
“Maybe-“
Two little paws pat Eiden lightly on each side of his face.
“Right, right; too much talking is troublesome.”
They continue to watch the falling rain.