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Neuvillette stood in front of Palais Mermonia, watching as most people began to scurry at the first signs of rain. Crowds dissipated under umbrellas in mere moments.
Children aside, most people think the rain to be a hindrance; plans canceled, events rescheduled, and so on….
So why, Neuvillette wondered, is it that you continued to stand in the rain, looking most unbothered about your clothes and hair drenched, even as the world around you dissolved away.
Your eyes closed, you enjoyed the raindrops falling onto your face, caressing your skin and sliding down to the ground. Perhaps you were determined to catch a cold; humans were, after all, easily discomforted by windy days, rainy nights, and many other factors.
Neuvillette approached you wordlessly, taking his place beside you under the rain.
Your head was tilted upwards, your nose pointing towards the moon, the stars, and celestia above.
A silent sigh left your lips before your eyes fluttered open to gaze upon him.
“Lovely weather, no?” You smile up politely to the Iudex, who could only blink back.
Your understanding of ‘lovely weather’ was.... unlike most people the judge has met throughout his journey amongst humans.
“Do you not enjoy the weather much more when it is sunny, and cloudless?” He finds himself asking.
“The sun nurtures us,” you nod to yourself. “But does rain not help the saplings grow just as much as the sun does?”
You turn your gaze upon the vastness of the world before you. “The sun means running out in open fields, laughter, adventures, and all things joyous.”
A grin grows on your lips, and Neuvillette could only assume that your words were leading you down a trip in memory lane.
“The rain,” you continue, “means that people run off, leaving all the world to you. No more matters in that moment; it's all about you.”
Neuvillette remains silent at your musing. There was a look of fondness in your eyes that made the moment feel much more than just two strangers in the rain.
“What's on your mind?” Neuvillette asks, curiosity sparked regarding your thought process.
“Nothing.” You answer honestly. “Just listening.”
“Listening?”
“To the rain, the song it sings. The wind blowing, the falling rainwater, the insects chirping.”
You were…. positively unusual. He takes heed of your words, and silences his mind so he too could listen. The raindrops, thrumming against the concrete ground, the rhythm they created. The wind gushing past, singing along in duet. And the crickets croak, praising the drops descending from the dark, foggy sky.
A cacophony of sound, soothing and marveling. A most serendipitous song indeed.
“Oh?” Your voice reaches his ears as he directs his attention your way once more. Your hand outstretched, palm facing the heavens, you felt the rain landing on your palm slow until none continued to fall.
“The weather,” Neuvillette says, a smile so delicate adorning his face. His eyes twinkled with silent joy. “...was indeed lovely.”