Corvus sat out in the rain again, his raven wings clinging tightly to the sides of his small childlike body. It was a regular habit of his, one that he couldn’t seem to break, despite the inevitable consequence of a lingering cold the next day. The rain poured down relentlessly, soaking his feathers and seeping into his clothes, but Corvus seemed oblivious to the chill that crept into his bones. For him, the rain was a familiar companion, a soothing balm for the ache that nestled deep within his young heart.