It was a rainy evening. Neuvilette was standing infront of the open window and embraced the cold wind rushing into the room. It hasn't stopped raining for days now.

Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon don't cry.

He silently whispered to himself, in remembrance of that one human, who speaks these words on every raindrop in the air.

"Hydro dragon, don't cry!" He looked up, as if thunder has striken him, and tries to find the source of the call, just to see you standing in the rain.