To Neinilii, of the Rain and Laughter
To Neinilii hangs out with that crowd that is always laughing, joking, having fun. You can never take him seriously, though his jokes are generally harmless. He is the one that brings the rain, just when you’re late to a big meeting, or are getting ready to go on your morning jog. He himself doesn’t even seem to notice his dark hair smearing across his smiling face, red with laughter. Rain never bothers To Neinilii; the storm is his friend, the gray clouds swirling around his head. Some say the lightning is a warning to others of a cruelness hiding under him, but that is not right. He simply wants people to not take the gray clouds in their lives so seriously, lighten up a little. If it takes a couple of storms to get the point across, then so be it.