[A few days prior to the Festival]
[Galadriel]
[Veron outskirts: Forest]
A strange tension hung in the air. The vast sky above was a blur of swirling blues, streaked with thin wisps of mist-like clouds that seemed almost frozen in time. The breeze that swept through the clearing carried with it a distant hum.
Yet here, beneath this boundless sky, in the company of two of the most powerful women he knew, Mikoto was stewing over something far more pressing.
Something far more existentially horrifying.
Roaches.
Rats.
A shudder ran down his petite form, his gauntleted fingers tensing, and a faint, involuntary tremor passed through his shoulders.
"This guy can see the future." Mikoto's voice, usually calm, now carried an edge of dread. His soft, rosy lips curled in dismay, his delicate brow furrowing. "Does that mean he knows of my fear of roaches and rats? I'm cooked!"
