#shamelessmage

The Savior’s Respite. A place of noble sacrifice -- or so the books Mitsuru has read say. She certainly doesn’t have any plans to sacrifice herself or anyone else, but she feels the urge to visit nonetheless; not only is it a place steeped in Spirale’s history -- and as such could hold clues to what both the city and Radial Island are -- but sitting there amongst the flowers at the cliff’s edge makes her ever more aware of her mortality and the sacrifice she herself had almost made, only a few months ago.

“Give them strength! Take my life if you must!” She can hear her own voice echo within the depths of her mind, a desperate plea made when she believed all their efforts had been exhausted. The twin leaders had disappeared after the battle, and, not knowing what to do, she and the rest of SEES had been willing to give everything for them to succeed and defeat Nyx once and for all -- and thankfully they hadn’t had to. In the end, the only sacrifice had been their memories...and even then she had regained them again, though the remembrance of living in ignorant bliss until the end of the school year still manages to send a chill down her spine. 

“You would not believe the day I have had,” the excitement in Clíona’s voice is only matched by the bright grin on her face. She’d been going since early this morning, looking around the festival and joining in on any remotely athletic competition she could. And now, she was standing beside Sonya at the parade, watching as celebrations filled the streets.

“I think I almost threw out my shoulder on one of those...jet skis? It was quite the rush. I did not realize how painful ‘wiping out’ could be.” As she speaks, she hands a bottle of water to the other woman. It may have been a celebration, but the heat was just as present, and it would sap the life from anyone who didn’t stay hydrated, “And then I participated in that...volleyed ball game,” she laughs heartily and shakes her head, “Do you think sand has any health benefits if you ingest it? If so, I may have eaten enough for a lifetime.”

It occurs to the Doll that she knows little about this place - about the kind of technology that exists in different wards, and even in this one. Luckily, without venturing into Fibonacci’s spiral, there were some businesses that could help her - it’s a day’s journey to find a bookstore she likes the look of, especially since she cannot trust the buses quite yet. She finds it, of course, and enjoys the more dim and cool interior, putting her at ease.

She idly looks through the books, trying to find a title that captures her interest, one that promises some information about this world or another world - technology or magic, for she feels some of this must be what others would call magic - and when her long fingers reach out to tug the book out, she finds her hand brushing the hand of another woman’s. Startled, she pulls her hand back, glancing over to see the face of the other.

“My apologies, madam.” She seems content to try to take another, however...

There’s no other copy. This is the only one. She stares at it, the slightest bit sadly, but --

There are a few habits that Wolf has tried to stick to as times and settings have changed. Morning jogs are one of those things. She goes off early in the morning, and traces a path a few kilometers long, until she’s managed to lose part of herself in a racing heart and exhaustion. This time, Popcorn joins her, racing along with her tongue lolling out, and Wolf even smiles as the sweat builds up on her brow.

Nowadays, she takes laps around a park path. The first time she sees Sonya, it’s just as a blur of familiar colors and a fleeting thought. So, when she loops around the next time, she pulls Popcorn to a stop, and looks over Sonya quietly. She doesn’t have much to say, but tries to acknowledge the other anyways.

“Oh? Is there someone you wanna impress with those skills? You know… The best way is to just practice with said person. There’s no big secret, everyone’s different.”

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