Celia glared at Mamori, her eyes displayed a storm. She had enough of being bossed around...she was getting tired of being sweet. She walked away and started singing out of habit, thunder could be heard not far from the camp. She was causing a storm while singing, her words were beautiful yet haunting. Rain started to fall on them in large drops, she couldn't stop herself she couldn't control it. She continued singing quietly and the more she did the more it rained, she looked around and frowned.