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She came in from the South, bringing with her the kind warmth and sunshine, and along the way she met her Western brother. There was to be an event that evening, and neither of them were hoping to be late. They ran along the ocean shores at great speeds, both smiling out of their own disposition. He was the first to remember who they were to be meeting once again, and was the first one to drop his innocent smile.

From the East he came in swaggering, not much to trouble him, but no reason for him to hurry. After all, they couldn't get him in trouble if he was late, it was only a wedding, and he was only immortal. The only thing on the eudemon's mind was when he would have to deal with his Northern brother, and how soon the two would be reunited.

He threw his dark locks back in nonchalance and the ocean coiled in waves. The air smelled sweet, and there was a good deal of sun. It was perfect outside. He put the winds to his liking, and kept on his stroll until he would come to an intersection from the north - which he undoubtly would.

And the last to be counted, the Rider of the North, came on wings of ice. He was wild and frigid, as the others liked to describe him, with hardly a care as to what mess was caused below him. Actually, he enjoyed the messes. What better way to use your powers than to abuse them? He would tear the trees up from their very roots without even meaning it, though he would hardly mourn the loss. He was cold and bitter and held the scent of frost like the west held flowers. Overall, he was the most disagreeable of them all, white wings and all.

When he reached the plains at the base of the great foothills, he dropped his speed and set foot on the Earth. He decided to wait for his little brothers and the girl just to show that he had gotten there first. His cocky attitude was his little way of spiting his siblings, but as for a reason to his spite, he didn't have one; he was just spiteful in spite of himself.

The Eastern boy was the second to be seen at the same point, and it was a shame too, for, had either of the others come in his place, the meeting would have had a decidedly lower probability of ending in violence. As it was, the two oldest never quite got along, with one being cold and harsh and the other laid back and a bit cunning. The humans got quite a storm when the East and North collided, with winds whipping back and forth, growling and howling throughout the confrontation.

Soon enough though, a gentle warm rain began to sprinkle through the wind storm, and it was realized that the Southern and Western had arrived together. She smiled tiredly, closed her green eyes, and shook her head. It had been expected, but she was still smiling. She knew that she would once again act - the Western as well - as the family median. Being the youngest, they were the warmest and cheeriest of the group, both liking warm drizzles and spring.

The Western just stood to her side in silence, his face blank. As his brothers stopped their feuding, he looked up to face them, his blonde hair lightly brushing above his eyes. He was the first to speak, and, being the youngest, it was in the quietest voice he asked:

"Is it time to go now?"

"Yes. Mama said we had to go and be that we'd better be nice at the wedding, this time. And she didn't want us to be late, this time, either." His sister answered while pointedly glaring at the Eastern. It was more to her glaring than her words that he replied.

"…So? Mama always says that…"

They bickered back and forth as they tended to do, and the men in the nearby village were closing their doors and windows against the gusting winds. Once again it was the western that called attention to the matter that deserved it, while still in a small, flat voice.

"…Does this mean we're going to arrive late?"

It grew cold for a moment as the North opened his wings and moved ahead of them. He had apparently been the first to get the point, and was ready to leave. His impatience was realized, and the two middle children stopped their insulting and followed on foot, not needing the skies.

The youngest stayed behind, and in his fingers he twirled a rose. His face was of a child's blank innocence, and after a moment of mindless twirling, he looked down at the flower in his fingers. Perhaps he would give it to the bride; she would look nice with a flower. Anyone who would wed in the spring out of doors he thought deserved his little flowers. As long as his eldest brother didn't feel the need to raise Hell, the West imagined that the wedding would be very splendid indeed for her. The Sun was bright, the sky clear, and the wind…the wind was mellow.

AN: …Um…well, if you keep in mind that this was written for my benefit and not so much for yours, then perhaps you'll not think I've got crazy by wasting my time on writing something like this. This was less of an exercise in vocabulary as it was an exercise in technique (specifically personification). I know it was weird, and I know you may not understand, but whatever. I just enjoy imagining the concept of something, and not really the story behind it. I don't care why Krad was a French count, or what happened to him as a count, I just liked to think that he was. I don't care why Riku and Satoshi were dead, I just liked to imagine that they were. Maybe I am crazy…-t-t