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Walking the streets of Seyune, all Vance can think about is the way the city sparkled after the rain. It wasn’t even that much rain - a passing cloud that let go a little too soon - but it was enough to imprint the memory in his thoughts; the smell of the freshly washed ground haunted him in his sleep - as did memories of controlling the waves back home...

The next day, the sky is split overhead by an eerie but ever more familiar roar. Flykra’s glimmering white body is bright against the daylight and the clear sky behind her. At first glance as she approaches, the Thralkin appears as though like a large bird. But even still, she grows more impossible, more monstrous the nearer she flies...

The rain started light enough as to be a whisper - not quite scratching at the panes of glass in the Red Queen’s castle, but just enough to catch his attention as his sleepy magic flickers, his hands twitching. He holds his hands up, examining them while the Queen’s voice fades into the background...