Wind

"It sounds so lonely; maybe it needs a friend," Soro said, commenting on the sound of the wind howling up against a nook or cranny.

Lance turned around to see the shrine priest slowly walking towards him from the other side of the porch.  "I didn't know anyone thought I'd be here," he admitted.

"I know who to ask."  Soro shrugged, let out a slight grin on the right side of his face, and then nodded his head to where Lance was sitting, and Lance nodded back in approval.  Soro sat down next to the large man and looked out, over the path and into the rice field.

"Seems like prime real estate, and I'm sure the location's nothing compared to your rhetoric," Soro commented as Lance drank what was in his small glass.

"Oh?"  Lance looked at him with his head still tilted back from drinking.  "So you know?"

"Of course I know," Soro smiled at him, "you're pretty easy to read when you're so sentimental."  He looked back out over the field.  "What's the occasion?"

"I just thought it's time," Lance responded straight-faced.  "Plus I like it out here.  It's peaceful."

"That's for sure."  Soro looked up at Lance, and then around to the empty house behind them.  It's large front door was open, and the darkness it made where the moon's light could not reach made it seem abnormally eerie.  "I'm sure you'll need help moving in."

"Shouldn't you be with Jeremy?"  Lance looked back at him with concern.

"There's no need to worry.  There is a trip barrier on all the walls of the shrine, and Jay's still in the card room."  Soro looked up at the stars, which were partially covered by a few stringy clouds.  "He's only got three more days left before I can let him out."

Lance reached over to his left side and picked up a small glass and offered it to Soro, who refused it.

"Sorry, nothing but the good 'ol blue for me."  He huffed a laugh, "I'm a picky drinker."

"Hm, I never would've guessed," Lance said, putting the glass back down next to him. 

"Yeah," Soro sighed. 

A moment rolled by with the two looking out either into the field or at the sky.  A calm, lukewarm breeze softly brushed past them, and the lonely howling came from it again, along with a single wind chime off in the distance.

"Ahh, the things that happen in days," Soro said.

"Yeah," Lance agreed.  "Well, I'm not sure what help I can be anymore, but I'll do what I can."  He patted Soro on the shoulder.

"Hand on the back," Soro complained.
"Oh, sorry," Lance chuckled. 

Soro joined him a second later.  "Don't worry; I know how much you hate to sit sideline, so I'll find something for you to do." 

"You make it sound like I'm desperate," Lance said.

Soro chuckled a bit more and stood up, stretching as he did so.  "Anyway, I'll help you tomorrow."

"Can you come the day after tomorrow?"  Lance asked.  "I'm going to be busy preparing tomorrow."

"Sure thing."  Soro turned and walked off the porch and into the soft grass next to it, continuing to walk.  "See ya later," he said over his shoulder.

"Good Night," Lance called back.  He then poured himself another glass and looked out over the rice fields once more.