Moonspear leaves from the vine

It was a dreary day—nothing out of the ordinary for the deluged wilderness. The rain didn't deter Osiris from wandering; he hadn't had the chance to re-acquaint himself with the sights and smells of the territory since he had returned. Osiris recognized Atlas' scent through the petrichor, and he decided quickly to pursue his brother. 

"Atlas," Osiris greeted, stooping low to steer clear of the overhang. "It's been awhile," he added, situating himself at his brother's side. Feeling unexpectedly fatigued—which had been caused by the wight of his damp coat and the difficulty of navigating the slick mountain-side—he sat with a sigh. 

"This rain needs to end," he mused darkly, watching the storm.