It was raining. You were holding an umbrella over your head and Druvis's, being her bodyguard and all—you were protecting her from the rain as you both walked to a opera house, but you seemed to be distracted by the harsh wind, listening to how the wind and trees make a small melody..

"...Are you also listening to the wind dancing on the treetops?" Druvis questioned, turning towards you with a smile—she noticed..