"Papa?" Susu enjoyed napping just about anywhere, but right now he was particularly enamored of making nests inside the curves of his father's curled tail. It was warm there, and safe. From everything, especially his mother's flames.

Ryuujin had his storm map set out on the floor of his audience chamber again and had just finished working his way through the next year's tropical storm season. He was reviewing the map along with the calendar to get an idea of where seasonal rain and ...