With winter finally over, half of Rayne's job was over as well. Poking her head out from her home in a wood pecker hole, she breathed in the nearly intoxicating smell of black-eyed susans, roses, poppies, violets, and other flowers in full bloom. Her red hair brushed her shoulders as she fluttered her wings before diving out of her doorway and dancing on Lisdani's wind. The sun warmed her skin deliciously after the winter's chill. Her grayed lavender eyes sparkled as she caused a light sprinkle to gently bathe the world in a slivery sheen.