Obi could tell when the weather was about to shift even before it did, at least to some degree and better than most other people. So when he turned his watchful gaze toward the window with the best view from the bed, Izana stretched and rolled over to look at him. Obi sat perfectly still, then got up to his feet with a sudden motion, like a cat jumping at its prey. (It was not the first time that Izana came to think of cats while watching Obi, it happened often. There were many resemblances and he knew that he was not the only one noticing them.) “Obi?” he called, when Obi reached the window and pulled it open. The moon was shrouded by clouds, making it hard to make Obi out among the shadows.

Sliding down to the foot of the bed, Izana got to his feet and strode over to him. On his way, he pulled his discarded night shirt back on, and picked up a blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders to shield himself against the cold that was being let inside the room, despite the heavy heat in the outside air. The temperature could sometimes act that way, causing a person to be cold despite the warmth, or make them be warm despite the cold. He nudged Obi on the arm, but Obi stared out into the distance, perhaps seeing something Izana didn’t.

“Is there something outside?” He slipped the blanket off again, and wrapped it around Obi’s shoulders. The action finally made Obi react, and the question registered a few moments later. Izana leaned against the wall beside the window, watching Obi look back out the window. “The storm is coming,” he said, and Izana twisted his body to look out as well. “There has been a certain pressure in the air these last few days,” he agreed. The heavy feeling of thunder had been hanging in the air, just far enough away to make people think that it was going to simply pass by. “It’s not passing,” Obi told him, pressing his fists against the windowsill. His skin was covered in goosebumps where the night wind touched.

“I suppose you should go before it hits then,” Izana said. Obi hummed, then fell silent as a low rumble could be heard through the open window. It was a far-off sound, that wouldn’t make people think that it would hit Wistal yet, it might keep them in the belief that it would pass them by still. The low rumbling was heard often however, and as they watched, they could see the first flash of light tear across the sky in the far-off distance. The thunderbolts ripped across the sky close after one another, in an odd sort of dance, slowly creeping closer.

Finally moving from the window, Obi gathered the edges of the blanket in a hand so it wouldn’t fall off his otherwise naked body, and his other hand grasped Izana’s wrist. “I’ll leave after I’ve taken care of your hair, it’s a mess.”

Izana chuckled, raising his free hand to touch his light blond hair. It really was a mess, he couldn’t show himself in front of people with it in such a fashion. He climbed into the bed, sitting down on it with his legs crossed and his hands resting against his ankles. “Your assistance each time is helpful, though it makes sense you would help since you keep making it happen.”

“It suits Lord Older Brother.” Obi grinned, wiggling the brush he had fetched as Izana settled. ”Does it?” Izana said as he watched him sit down in front of him, his legs framing the king’s body. “Yeah, it’s charming. Nothing people should see though.” Obi’s fingers touched his bangs, and Izana closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touches accompanied by the sound of the thunder closing in as a background noise to the tunes of a lullaby that Obi hummed as he worked.