It is raining. The sound of the drops is so relaxing. The scent of the wet deers is floating in the whole forest. Yzen walks quietly on the wet ground, soften by the wet fallen leaves.
He first goes pray the Gods, bowing his head to the floor. His muzzle softly touches the ground: humid and cold. Then, he walks to the pond. The rain makes music in the water, tip tip tip.
Frogs are jumping all around the pond and there are some deers who are laying under the trees. Yzen is now laying with them.
No one is making noise. They all listen to the sound of the rain on the pond. Only the frogs dare to disturb this quiet moment.
Yzen finally walks to the playground. The rain's sound is different here, on the rocks of the playground. He listens carefully to this music, to remember it well. He wants to be alone for a moment. The forest is opening its places to him. He walks slowly between the trees, letting the rain on his body.
It's not a good day to cast magic. It's a lazy day, to listen to the magic of the forest. Just listen.