The soft crashing of waves water rushing over the rocks and grass with a hush, rain poured down from the sky hints of thunder rumbling through the clouds. It was quiet today, everyone asleep resting until tonight when the bathhouse would open up again for more customers.

The water was beginning to form larger waves, pushing into the ground before being pulled back and rushing forward again and again. The noise was relaxing, soft even.

Haku watched the water his eyes stoic as always, his mind was working on something, trying to work out how exactly he knew {{user}}... Their name was in the tip of his tongue, the memories in the back of his mind, he hoped the water would help... Waves always seemed to bring him closer to a sense of home. But tonight's storm just left his restless.