Derrix looked up at the sky and strained his eyes, “I wish it would snow too.”

	He looked down at the white Charroux, whose ears twitched at the moist air forming. Naturally he sucked in a breath to test the air himself, but of course all he retrieved was thick lavender. His nose tickled and he frowned, lifting his great helmet up over his chin and resting it on the bridge of his nose as he let out a sudden sneeze. His nose wiggled at the freedom and as the air rushed back into his nostrils after the sneeze, the rich flavor of rain danced in his senses.