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Visitors to the shrine were frequent enough, frequent enough that new faces hardly surprised Emiko anymore.

When exiting the shrine today, however, the unfamiliar figure she was greeted with promptly fell right into the waterfall.

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Once again Alisa made her weekly trek up the mountain summit to visit the Goddess Pond. Of course, Alisa prayed every day to the Goddess, but she always felt better when visiting the pond and being surrounded with nature--the Goddess’ element. It made her feel closer to the Goddess which made her feel a little more at ease. 

Alisa had visited many holy ponds across Razalune, but she had a soft spot for the one between Bluebell and Konohana. Being so high up on the mountain made it feel like she was even closer to the sky and the heaven’s above. Like her parents weren’t so far away. 

But as she neared the summit she heard something drifting along with the wind. It was a tune not found in nature by itself--or perhaps it could be if one were to listen close enough--but it piqued Alisa’s curiosity. She followed the path (not daring to stray in fear of getting lost) and was pleasantly surprised to hear it grow louder and louder until she reached the top and could see the source. 

A man with stark white hair stood with a long coat playing a violin. The melody from his instrument filled the mountain air. The two so complimentary to one another it felt as if nature was singing with him. 

For a moment she stared at him completely enthralled by the performance. It was beautiful--she felt compelled to join in and sing, but before she could make a decision his eyes locked on her as he stopped. 

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Now that the sun had set and the work day was done, Georgia had all the time in the world... to eat dinner, maybe shower, and then turn in early for work again tomorrow. Ranch work started at the crack of dawn, after all, so she needed all the shuteye she could get to be at 100%. Best to be bright eyed and bushy tailed when dealing with rowdy animals and customers, rather than being a cranky, caffeine craving, sleep deprived mess.

But in spite of her being aware of that, Georgia still decides to forgo her usual routine to head out of town instead, eager to go out and watch (maybe catch) a few fireflies. They only ever came out in the summertime, which wouldn’t be lasting for too much longer now. With the end of the season soon approaching, this was one of her last few chances to go out and see them before the weather got too cold.

All she has to guide her along the darkened mountain trail is a small flashlight and the gentle glow of the moon. While she walks, Georgia playfully hums in tune with the chirping cicadas, her eyes lighting up when she catches the flickering light of a firefly floating not too far ahead of her. As she moves deeper into the mountain, she begins to see more, and the rancher briefly considers pulling out her jar to catch a few.

But before she can start to dig around in her bag for said jar, she hears the sound of footsteps behind her. Light, but noticeable. Enough to draw her attention and have her look over her shoulder...

...only to scream when she’s met with the sight of a white haired, pale faced person under the moonlight. What was THAT!? A wraith!? Spirit? Or a---

“G-g-g-ghost!?” She squawks, hastily stumbling away and tripping over her own feet in the process. As Georgia’s rear painfully meets with the ground, she tries to scoot back, only to look up and realize the thing she’d been trying to get away from wasn’t a ghost at all... it was... was... “M-Mikhail...?” What was he doing out on the mountain path so late? “You... I... w-what...” 

how’s your luck?

     What an odd question. Especially for someone who... isn’t always that positive, and may take things differently than how they were intended. Sebastian’s mouth curls into a smile, something that’s not really kind, nor really cruel. His shoulders lift in a shrug.

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It was near closing time and most of the cleaning up inside had been done. Today was a particularly good day for the cafe’s sales. Lots of new faces and happy customers. If they were satisfied, then she was happy. 

As the day had come down to a close, it began to pour. At first, it was just a little drizzle, still Laney told all the customers to be careful on their way out. Even if she would never see them, it was always her duty to be kind and courteous. It would be a shame if anything were to happen to one of her customers or someone in general. 

There was a ledge and porch right outside the cafe that Laney liked to keep clean, no matter the weather. If it was clean today, it was one less thing to do the next day. Although despite this, she tried to make sure it was still a chore that was completed daily.

She grabbed a broom and and started sweeping, but in the midst of her chore, she spotted someone in the rain, their back towards her. She wouldn’t be as concerned, but they were just standing out there with no umbrella!

So, she put her broom aside, and grabbed her umbrella, popped it open and began to walk towards the stranger. Upon closer inspection, she had never seen this person before, but regardless, she was still worried and concerned for his well-being.