Leo and Lucy

Seraphina stood at the small kitchen window, staring at the bleak sky over Shadow City. The dark clouds, remnants of last night's storm, still loomed ominously at the horizon.

Her heart was filled with dread as she watched them, praying for some relief from the fear that had started taking home in her heart.

"I hope we don't have to see those rain clouds again for a while. A rain at this point is a disaster," she murmured, her voice barely louder than the soft clinking of dishes in the kitchen.

Alora, who had just entered through the back door, set down a basket filled with tomatoes on the wooden table. Her face was calm, but the faint creases of worry lingered around her eyes.

"That's too much to hope for," she replied with a sigh, brushing her hands clean of dirt. "The weather has a mind of its own now, with the city reviving."