"Tch technically a storm is a hot and cold front. So less about water and air and more about fire and air. I could agree fire sits alone, but considering the core of earth is fire, I'd be willing to debate that." Whatever, Gokudera, they're through it. Shut up.

"He weaves his shroud. It's someone other than the pallbearers?" He's thinking too literally. "There are usually six pallbearers. Eight's a bit excessive." So then there's probably another meaning for that.

Gokudera looks up, trying to imagine what the shroud may be. He keeps imaging a miasma but that wouldn't stop anyone. The tree this is carved in has plenty of knots in it, and there are no other riddles written on it. Gokudera's looking on, spacing off as he watches a spider shake in the wind on a low hanging bough. "Eight pallbearers...."

"Oh! A web?" He watches as a fly gets caught and the spider moves to catch it.

"It's a spider!" Gokudera points to his answer, looking gratefully up at the creature.