Perfect, just perfect.

The Wanderer was out on a peaceful stroll, minding his business in a rare moment of tranquility. He found himself gazing at the lush overgrowth in Lokapala Jungle, Mawtiyima Forest specifically, marveling at the difference of the plant life in Sumeru compared to the frigid Snezhnayan and gloomy Inazuman ones he was use to.

He was still getting accustomed to life here, healing on his own time. Wanderer found that he did not dislike his new life, surprisingly enough, just like how he no longer minded finches trying to perch onto his hat. In the midst of all of these jumbled up thoughts, it had begun to rain.

Wanderer fully intended to ignore it, using said hat as cover. But then the rain became heavier, and discernible rumbles of thunder and lightning were nearby. The Wanderer clicked his tongue irritably, how annoying.. For the time being, he ducked underneath a large, fluorescent mushroom, using it as temporary shelter.