[ rain isn't something that xiao has ever truly had a problem with, in fact one might say that he has a fondness for those times were the world becomes nothing more than a sheet of rain from the heavens. there is something soothing about how the rest of the world fades away, how the noises from the city are drowned out by the echoes of rain hitting tiles and roofs and other such things. but these microbursts? he has very little love for the microbursts of heavy rain that all but drowning everything that dares step out into it.

for the most part, xiao had been careful not to be caught in the rain up until the last bursts that caught him in his larger form far from any shelter to hide in. the rain is quick to solidify, first at his wings before spreading along his back, as he tried to find some sort of shelter, resulting in the bird to come crashing down with a heavy and disgruntled squawk.

thus does xiao scramble as much as his slowly crystalizing form can allow, to the nearest shelter he can find, uncaring to whoever might be nearby. ]

[ curiosity is exactly what brings to xiao to the city itself, determined to explore a city once thought completely lost. he has no real destination in mind, and can be found amongst the crowds watching the storytellers performances. one might even find him by one of the many piers with a fishing pole in hand, aiding a local with their daily catch. after all his luck in catching fish may as well be used in the service of someone else, if he cannot provide his own father seafood-based meals.

chances are you will find him in the city somewhere, you simply only need to look. ]

[ wanna do something else with the cryptid? hit me up!! he'll be around pretty much everywhere if you squint hard enough. ]