Bearclaw Valley we rush the west in silence

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The sound of the wind's increasing whistle was a mystery to him; the sound was something basic, something without name, but it called to him deeply. As the wind picked up, he thought the frenzy of crackling brush was caused by the wrathful air eddying around him. That perhaps there were spirits here that had been disturbed by Tsukiko's presence. Surely such myths were not locked away among his own people? A beautiful place such as this - a lonely place - must have had its own ghosts. Perhaps this is what fueled his apprehension as he moved about through the trees. The crackling grew more intense the further along he went, and when Tsukiko stopped, a pale figure emerged from the depths of the grove with such voracity that he could've sworn it was the wind made manifest.

She was a sight to behold, whoever she was. Clad in cream and silver, a shooting star — or the closest living thing to it — careened through the dark, catching every glimpse of light as if hungry for it. Tsukiko watched her go, and before he knew it, he was following doggedly behind... More curious than anything, in awe of her speed and mentally sliding closer and closer to childlike wonder the longer he tailed after her.