[And just like that, at a most inconvenient time, they both receive a call from familiar magic. Magic that ordinarily would come from Azem. But Azem isn't the one summoning them, you see.
Answering the summons will lead them to a park somewhere in Kyoto, where the nevermelting snow is starting to pile up. There are significantly fewer people there than what would be normal, but there is one miqo'te waiting for them, one hand clearly holding something in their clenched fist, a familiar sunburst on the ground.
He doesn't say anything initially, but he does raise his head to take in Azem's reaction, gaze steady.]
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Answering the summons will lead them to a park somewhere in Kyoto, where the nevermelting snow is starting to pile up. There are significantly fewer people there than what would be normal, but there is one miqo'te waiting for them, one hand clearly holding something in their clenched fist, a familiar sunburst on the ground.
He doesn't say anything initially, but he does raise his head to take in Azem's reaction, gaze steady.]