[ strange, how people seem to come and go so easily from this world. it's a matter of instabilities in the soul, they've said, providing little comfort when a traveler of signficance vanishes without warning. it's as if a sword has broken, all traces of their essence shattering and falling apart, but not even shards remain to mark their passing. there is simply nothing.
it's unnerving.
does that make it better or worse when one such disappearance appears to have been reversed? if ookurikara feels any relief at seeing it, he rejects it, and continues on his way. there are still missions to complete, and a troublesome crane to keep track of - plenty to keep him busy and focused on what matters.
then liyue's lantern rite festival arrives, and it feels... nostalgic. there are similar festivals back home, and date masamune is nothing if not a lover of culture. ever one to follow the whims of comforting memories, ookurikara is easier to find than usual while the festival runs, for once not actively avoiding contat with others but content to wander the streets, see the stalls, and watch the festivities.
that is how lutha will finally find him - leaning against a wall, eyes closed and posture as relaxed as ookurikara ever is, as a local musician plays nearby. there is almost a hint of a smile on his face, proof that he hasn't noticed anyone familiar nearby just yet. ]
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it's unnerving.
does that make it better or worse when one such disappearance appears to have been reversed? if ookurikara feels any relief at seeing it, he rejects it, and continues on his way. there are still missions to complete, and a troublesome crane to keep track of - plenty to keep him busy and focused on what matters.
then liyue's lantern rite festival arrives, and it feels... nostalgic. there are similar festivals back home, and date masamune is nothing if not a lover of culture. ever one to follow the whims of comforting memories, ookurikara is easier to find than usual while the festival runs, for once not actively avoiding contat with others but content to wander the streets, see the stalls, and watch the festivities.
that is how lutha will finally find him - leaning against a wall, eyes closed and posture as relaxed as ookurikara ever is, as a local musician plays nearby. there is almost a hint of a smile on his face, proof that he hasn't noticed anyone familiar nearby just yet. ]
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