#karauri 01

During her time here in this city, Norah found things to adore. Even someone has cold as her had affection to be poured. She came to like the lamps at night and bustle of roads at the crack of light. And street performers of all kinds, they were a delight! And today she decided, to join in the fun, wooden sword in hand, it was time to show her guns

“I’ve stolen the sun, the moon, the stars Now there’s nothing left in the sky but scars.” A small gathered, mostly children. Which was fine, there was no better villain. She pointed her sword at a boy like an imp, and beckoned him towards her, lest he be a wimp.

The downpour is a sudden one, enough to make him think it is staged. It’s not so hard to believe, after all, when he’s seen the likes of it before--vicious storms that ravage the ports only when the ships try to leave, and clouds that grow heavy with rainfall when it is far from the season they regularly descend. The memory leaves a bitter taste in his mouth despite all the years that have gone by since.

...But the scientists have done nothing thus far to make him believe they’d pursue similar tactics for any foul agenda, and Flynn cannot yet blame them for doing anything more than ripping away people and creatures from the world they belong. 

It is not them he curses, then, when he finds himself caught in the abrupt shower, especially when he’s fortunate enough to purchase the last umbrella available at a nearby store. Though District Delta is a fair walk from his current location, the prospect of returning to his place of residence hardly seems as taxing when he has a means to shield himself from the rain.

...A means he doesn’t think twice about giving up, apparently, when he sees a little boy also caught in the storm with nothing to keep him dry.