The rain had softened overnight.
It was still there - a light, steady drizzle that misted the air and caught the light in ways the heavy downpour never could. Thin rays of sun pushed through the cloud cover and filtered down through the canopy, scattering into pale gold shafts that landed on the wet wood and made everything glow. The platforms were slick but walkable. The air smelled nice - washed out, earthy and slightly sweet.
Raizen walked between Kenzo and Saffi. All three of them wore leather boots now - proper ones, treated for rain, laced tight. Kenzo had found thick coats with fur inside somewhere, Raizen didn't ask where. The boots alone felt like a luxury after last night.
Kenzo stretched as he walked. Long, exaggerated stretches - arms over his head, shoulders rolling, neck cracking from side to side. He let out a groan of satisfaction that echoed off the nearest trunk.
"Man" he said. "I don't know what it was about last night, but I slept like a rock."
