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The evening after meeting Orochi, she returned to the isle with swiftness. The sky sparkled above, casting the reflections into the seaglass of her own eyes as she gazed upward. Huā scarcely paid attention to her path as she wandered the isle. Much of it was still a mystery- especially the inner parts of the forest, with she had not bothered to wander through. Instead she stayed on the parts of the island open to the sea and sky. Upon her journey, the presence of another caught her attention.

Ruò, the quiet recluse, seemed to gaze at the night sky in the same way Huā had. Perhaps she was not as detached as she seemed. Huā makes her way up the slope, quietly joining Ruò on the edge. She did not know whether the girl would appreciate company, so her voice was a whisper as she asked- 你跟我说他们? All the while, her eyes trained on the glimmering sky above.