Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

Arcturus seemed to almost materialize from nowhere, but that was the misfortune of an unfamiliar setting. The terrain had as many rises and as it did dips and somewhere in the scramble and struggle of poor traction pockets did Dirge find himself barred from going further. And it was there that confusion set in for several long moments as the other two were a tangle of limbs and fur—and then the lights came on, and everyone came home.

Her name rang a bell—Yami.

In spite of the frustration he felt in wanting to separate them, it would have been foolish to try and get past and commit to what he had set out to do. He wasn't out there looking to cause trouble in what should have been a reunion, but it was by far the weirdest reunion he had ever seen. At least Yami seemed well enough, for now, and he continued to stay. A sigh pierced through his silence crisply, his gaze falling upon Arcturus.

"Is the dragging really that necessary then?" Stupid question—this was Revui he was talking about. Revui, who had introduced himself not with words but teeth first; Revui, who had left a headache worth reconsidering even now. "At least let her get her breath back," he implored, feeling his words were no doubt to fall on deaf ears. Her gasps did not fall deaf on his.