When Chicoti returned her gaze to her own candle, there was no flame but she stared at it anyways thoroughly confused. The wick was burnt.. had it been that way when she got it out? Maybe the box she had used had been used by another student before... Simply shrugging it off, she put the box away and pulled out the blue one just like Lady Violetta asked. This one sounded even harder than the previous. Instead of looking around this time, she simply screwed up her face a bit and stared into the box, imagining raining coming down during a thunderstorm.

What Chicoti didn't realize was that small drops of water /were/ forming... just not in her box. They happened to be forming and falling down - drip... drip.. drop..- every once in a while on Dante and his work table.