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[elliot.]

It was supposed to be summer, wasn't it? Elliot was pretty sure, since the last place they had stopped in was experiencing a sudden drought. They could still feel the dryness in their nose and throat, so they were determined to believe that the experience wasn't some fever dream or hallucination. This wasn't very summery weather though, they thought as rain pounded down on their small form. In fact, thunderstorms were one of the least-summery weathers out there! How unlucky that the area was suffering quite an intense one right as they decided to pass though. Unlucky for others, that is, for Elliot loved storms. The kid laughed as he pounced from one muddy puddle to the next, thunder booming loudly in the sky above him as he dug around in the dirt.

It didn't take long for them to pull a pile of wriggling worms from the soil, and they gathered the creatures into a messy pile before crouching down to examine them. "Cute," they said to no one in particular, batting at the worms with a mud soaked paw.