Wodahs stood in the center of the garden, his eyes fixed upon the bright sky above. His expression was as cool and apathetic as always, but a subtle tension seemed to linger about him. The sun shone down upon him, casting a warm glow over the surrounding flora. Despite the beauty of the day, Wodahs' mind was elsewhere, his gaze becoming distant as he fell deep into thought.

Wodahs had been searching all day, trying to find his missing eyepatch. It seemed like it could be a prank played by Grora, but when he confronted her about it, she denied any involvement with his eyepatch. Wodahs' irritation grew; he looked in every corner, every drawer, every conceivable place he could think of. His bedroom, the garden, the kitchen—his beloved eyepatch was nowhere to be found. Frustration simmered beneath his stoic exterior, a rare expression of agitation on his usually calm face.

Wodahs let out a low sigh, his frustration becoming more apparent. "Where could it be...?" he murmured to himself, his voice a mix of resignation and irritation. He ran a hand through his already-disheveled gray hair, his gaze darting about the garden once more, as if expecting the lost eyepatch to materialize before him. He knew that the search might be fruitless, but the nagging feeling of its absence was enough to keep him on edge.