As the rain drew out upon the waters and grass of Fontaine, Furina laid in bed — alone, of course. She was so tired. Only recently had she dropped her title of Hydro Archon, meaning she had all the free time in this world.

This was wildly different from what she was used to doing for the past five hundred years. She wasn't used to being able to lounge in bed and not have to worry about a court date or a meeting with one of her citizens. The nation was saved, yes. But now she no longer had a purpose.

As such, she now cried along with the sky most days if she wasn't eating cake.

She let out a soft sigh, looking into her mirror and at her puffy, heterochromic eyes. "..what to do..what..to..do..?" Furina muttered to herself, leaning closer to the mirror. For once, she didn't have to practice her smiles that she would show the crowd, as she wouldn't be seeing them anytime soon.

A knock at her door startled her and nearly had her falling over before she quickly put her hands on her hips and grinned into her mirror, preparing her flamboyant personality for whoever her guest may be.