The sound of rain, for as long as I could remember, always had a soporific effect on me. There was just something about that pitter-patter, pitter-patter, as I listened to it fall softly, steadily, against the rooftop…almost like a lullaby. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my eyelids from falling themselves.

Since early this morning it just kept on raining. At this rate there won't be any matches today, maybe even tomorrow, too. I guess that's good news for some of the smashers, who were complaining lately about the lack of downtime. That certainly wasn't an issue now: Byleth and Robin were playing chess, Lucas was drawing, and Rosalina was working on her scrapbook, humming contentedly. It seemed everyone had something they liked doing on a rainy day. I should find something, too.

Easier said than done… There weren't a whole lot of things I was interested in. Instead, I went about the halls to see what else was going on. Maybe there's equipment that needs tinkering. Suddenly, another sound broke through the rain, so peaceful and captivating. I followed the sound, and it led me to the balcony where a lone figure sat comfortably atop the railing. Plick-pluck, plick-pluck went the strings of the lyre as Sheik played, and suddenly, not even the rain could compare.

She let me give it a go, and that day I discovered two things. First, that I'm terrible at the lyre, and second, that I'm under some spell of hers.

But I think I'm fine with that.