. . . // . . . “I see,” RΛIN said, nodding thoughtfully, “Well, my name is Rain. It means........ ‘that which falls from the sky........ and is wet........ and........ occasionally cold and miserable.......’” she rubbed her lower lip with her finger, “Actually, now that I think about it....... that’s not a very pleasant name.” She shrugged, “But then, I suppose I’m not a very pleasant person.”“So where are you heading to, Sora?” Rain asked, tilting her head oddly as if she were a bloodhound trying to catch a scent on the wind, “I think I have had enough of this sphere. I came here for a break, but it didn’t turn out to be much of a break. Now I have to get out and burn off some of the annoyance I built up here. But don’t let my bad day spoil yours. I’m sure this is a really nice sphere, if you just avoid bad company.”
“Ah ha!” Rain said, as if she were suddenly pleased by something. Then she turned to Sora, and the tattoos on her face were throbbing with a glowing energy, “I’m going to go exploring. It’s the only way I can think of to vent the frustration I get whenever I deal with the Dream Guardians.”
