The rain feels heavy. It soaks into my fur, my bag, my crystal holder, my heart… makes one miserable, really. The cold sensation doesn't bother me that much, the dryness of my belongings more so. Ah, and the mud. The mud really makes my whiskers twitch.

Minutes feel like days, trapped into your own mind and misery. The station isn't far, yet I run a marathon. Under the shouting aluminium sheets, I finally catch my breath and shake the water off. Much to the dismay of an elderly cat.

I mutter a short sorry and sit down on a bench two pillars away. Just to be sure not to aggregate the old hag. Seems the kind who doesn't like non-felines.

I take a look at the runes on display. This new system is genius. All the standard info is displayed, when the trains come and depart, where they go, how late they are. But there are small runes of encrypted data on the side. Anyone with a knack for Arcano Interfacing can easily decipher them for further information. 

This is so dumb. So, so dumb. If you have more than two brain cells, you can dig deeper into the Arcano sphere and voila! You have access to personal data about anyone who ever worked with said train.

I pinch my arm and force myself out of the Sphere, my vision returning to the real world. The train to Arrabona was delayed an hour, because another train hit a deer. This is all I needed. This is all this new system is supposed to tell me. I know, I am the ferret who made it! 

Well, the ferret who started it, researched the technology and made the blueprints for it. Then the company waited and waited with its validation, until my contract ran out with them. So they handed it off to some bearded dragon, who made all of this mess.

With a bittersweet smile, I lean back on the bench, only to cringe. It's wet!! Ugh, what I’d give for my mother's elemental affinity….. I mean, I could…. But there are people around. Heminism is already a frowned upon school, Histmutation straight up gets you executed.

So a wet Noodle I stay. Being powerless while great potential burns in my veins. Invisible forces hold me at a yellow gunpoint. Lightning strikes and the lamp flickers. Less things are more miserable, than a Noodle in the rain.