Northstar Vale ( 夜明け ) fear not this light

She was ravishing; that might have been his touch-starved soul speaking to him now, telling him to get closer, to be so close he could taste her - it wasn't the most appropos segment of the psyche.

And 'lo, she called to him! It wasn't a word, but a sound.

His stilted limbs did the work to draw him along, covering the meagre distance with cautious optimism. From there he could discern more scents.

Oh -- ohayō. He greeted her in the manner of a lost child; coy, trying hard to be stoic, while his eyes curiously lingered upon her.