The skies were coated with a lustrious grey once more, the sad pitter patters of the ether fall onto the lands of Fontaine.

An indication that the Hydro Dragon weeps, once again.

Eternally and internally, his distant eyes towards the scenery, sights towards the glass pane, standing idle infront of the window with melancholy, oblivious to your small presence that was approaching the Iudex in meek, careful steps.