Pepe folds her arms. The bottom of the heavy curtains shifts ever so slightly before settling back down again. 'Found you. You lose.' With a sigh, she lifts up the curtains. A cloudbeast pokes its head out from the swathes of fabric, then jumps down onto her foot before scampering off. 'That wasn't me. You lose.' The voice comes from the cabinet in the corner. It opens, and a boy walks out. 'You shouldn't hide in Mother's room. If Father finds out, he'll get mad.' 'No he won't. He'll just look at me, sigh, and say nothing. Not to mention that he sneaks in himself sometimes.' 'I guess we really are family... Alright, you win. What do you want?' The boy thinks in silence, fiddling with his fingers, before giving his reply— 'You have Mother's perfume, right?' 'Don't even think about it. She left it to me.' 'There are two bottles, at least give me one of them.' 'It's a set, I can't just split them up.' '...Fine. She never carried me, so I have no idea what she smells like... I was just curious is all.' Upon seeing the face so very much like her mother's frown in melancholy, Pepe sinks into a silent reminiscence of her own. She didn't want to tell her brother that, after so many years, the perfume had long since evaporated, leaving two empty bottles in her drawer. She also did not want to tell him that she, too, does not remember what their mother smelled like. Time has seen the scent evaporate from her memories as well. If there was one thing that could remind her of those wondrous bygone days, it was the face she sees in front of her. 'Mother... did give me a pair of storm glasses too. I can give you one, if you'd like?' 'Hmm... But if the weather changes, the maid can tell me.' 'Way to read the room. If you don't want it, fine, have it your way.' The boy pouts, but just as Pepe thinks he's about to grumble, he breaks out into a gleaming smile, stepping forward to give her a big kiss on the cheek. 'You're the best, Sis.' Rain begins to pour down outside the window as the solution within the bottle clouds up and tiny star-like crystals form. Pepe folds her arms as a maid stands quietly by her side and a cloudbeast rubs itself against her feet. 'He didn't take this storm glass with him?' For a moment, the maid is silent. 'Young Master Senid believes... this storm glass and yours are a pair, and should not be separated.' Pepe sighs before turning to the maid. 'Then what did he take?' 'Some clothes, a few books, a few pens, and... 'And a portrait of you.'