Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

Arric could understand why something made you feel a certain way. he felt similar in certain situations. He had felt the shame that came when he had been young, before he could control himself, with how he reacted and the like. So he didn't blame Ashlar, whatever he may think. That was a thing he needed to grapple with on his own.

Arric nodded his head. Music and colors. There are many colors within the storms, and they can do so many things, both good and bad. They are a perfect example of balance.

Storms had always been comforting to the white ringed youth. They were loud and heavy, but they didn't feel negative. They were dangerous sure, but they also brought with them many great things.

Arric smiled and closed his eyes. It is when I just quiet everything. My mind, my soul. I simply sit and exist. It keeps me from losing my temper, and it keeps me balanced.