((I’ll get an actual picture later I swear, this is when they were kids and you’re Jot :3)) Violet and Thrash groaned, looking up at the rain drenching the vibrant green grass of Artia, the capital city of Mojo. “Why did it have to rain todayyyy?” Violet whined, her little child body tensed in righteous anger against the evil rain, and wrapped in a towel. “Yeah. Total junk.” Thrash agreed, the little mountain troll also angry and wrapped in a blanket. They were inside Violet’s mom’s house, and she was currently trying to wrestle a fidgety Jot, who was soaking wet, into a towel.