Morning had arrived, and Sigils was already at it, his accordion filling the air with a lively tune. Upstairs, his friends stirred, not exactly thrilled by the early morning serenade.
"Hey there! Did I wake you?" Sigils greeted cheerfully.
"Do you really have to play that thing?!" Henwy groaned.
"Well, it's not just playing, it's practicing. And to me, it's more like giving the accordion a hug!" Sigils defended his musical endeavor.
"I swear, this guy..." Henwy muttered to himself as they made their way downstairs.
Once assembled, Sigils laid out his plans for the day. "Alright, another thrilling day of work ahead. I've been burning the midnight oil concocting a new strategy," he announced.
"Nico, your job is to make the weather stand out, but blend in at the same time," Sigils instructed.
"When I'm done, the weather will be so perfect, people will idolize their own climate!" Nico declared confidently.
"Sigils, what's my role?" he asked himself.
"You'll be manning the console, keeping the skies sunny all day. And by the way, love those pants. Very fashionable," Sigils complimented himself as he gazed out the window, spotting the approaching Train of Wind.
"Train of Wind, right on schedule!" Sigils exclaimed, waving at the train captain who reciprocated the gesture. Returning to the room, he turned his attention to Henwy.
"Henwy, unload the weather reports. I got extras, just in case things get slow," Sigils instructed.
"Might come in handy if today's weather turns out to be as dull. Which it probably would be!" Henwy remarked cynically.
"Biffle..." Sigils prompted.
"Huh? What?" Biffle responded, caught off guard.
"You know the drill," Sigils reminded him.
Realization dawned on Biffle as he realized his task: to review the manuals and get up to speed on recent weather events.
"Another day in the weather control business, anything could happen," Sigils declared enthusiastically, while Henwy and Nico exchanged uneasy glances.
As Henwy punched a few buttons, revealing sandstorms in Mongolia and the Western Sahara, Sigils simply shrugged. "I said nothing..."
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Tempest Tangle
General Fiction(Cover by me!) The Regulars. They were in charge of controlling the weather and are also blessed with elemental bending abilities. They have their own islands as well, just in case they weren't well so that the islands can control the weather for th...
