The copious showers of late spring have arrived, turning the Lagoon into little more than a muddy pit. Argento has all but given up on sheltering from the rain, for it seems to seep into every crevice and orifice no matter what he does. The perpetual damp has made his freckled coat itchy, and though his mood had already been on the downturn due to the festering atmosphere of the Lagoon, he now finds himself borderline miserable.

His only consolation is knowing that he has plans for addressing the situation he is currently stuck in. But there is still work to be done, and there is little he can do about the damned rain.

He had been woken by a thunderstorm in the night, and had stayed awake for a time to watch lightning arc across the deep black of the sky. His body regrets the missed sleep, but his mind has other concerns. Though the storm has since passed, rain continues to fall in a steady, raucous drumming throughout the Lagoon. Argento stands soaked in the meager shelter of a windblown tree, his dark mane plastered against his neck. His steely blue eyes are peering through the downpour at a nearby silhouette, which would be barely noticeable in the haze if not for the loud white markings breaking up its facade. Is it Collision? Gent can only hope. He has been meaning to speak to the stallion for some time now.

Gent blows rain droplets out of his nostrils and lets out a loud call. He can only hope the stallion will hear him above the racket of the rain.