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This is the kind of man Rikard Vesperus is. Whenever unfortunate souls suffer near him, he acts. He tries his best to avoid being reckless, you've seen him plan your week down to the hour of meals but he's always ready to act on the unexpected.
Your mother has always been colder, more protective; not altogether ruthless but rarely the one to extend a hand in charity. But she has a heart, you've learned that when she taught you how to hunt: you must kill your quarry as quickly as you can and thankfully, you weren't stupid enough to challenge that notion. You've seen her get into fistfights with people who thought otherwise.
Then there's you in-between... A girl who doesn't know who she is. You're you.
''Hey, Rey. I've made your chamomile tea.''
''You had time to make that?''
''Mhm.''
Canaan gently slides a small steamy cup toward you. Knowing your dreams, your parents had tried remedies on top of more esoteric solutions; nothing worked but this little something did help with your mood.
''We haven't been this busy in a long while, want to sleep in the home tonight?''
You don't answer your mother right away. Instead, you gaze out into the darkness of night, it might honestly be close to midnight... All the moving around while feeding Shigeko was taking its toll now.
''I'll be fine.'' You can't be dependent on them for everything.
''You sure?'' Dad asks, having succeded with putting the big blue woman to sleep. It must have been laborious because his forehead glistened with sweat.
''Yeah, I'm a few steps to the left.''
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Father Sky bless a hard day labor with restful sleep, his grace, however, will continue to elude you. Excitement started bubbling in your chest the moment your head hit your pillow, today's events replay in your head despite doing your best to chase them off for a hollowness of thoughts that'd let you fall asleep.
<span class="mu-i">Gods above the circle is starting again.</span>
Can't fall asleep --> Turn around in bed --> Wake up tired tomorrow --> Can't fall asleep.
Your recurring dream won't happen after today, right? Not only was it busy but you've helped people, surely Father Sky nightly judgment found you worthy of a little of his grace.
''Uurgh.'' Getting up with a grown for some water, you at least feel a little proud of yourself that nobody else is suffering from your capricious <span class="mu-i">stupid!</span> mind.
A light further up the field of your home stops your walk because you quickly realize it isn't the half-hidden moon of today.
A boy is standing between the family home and your shed. Perhaps no older than ten, the boy's dark messy hair and light clothes are the only thing you can properly identify at this distance. He's looking around oddly as if confused or perhaps searching for something in the cold late night of autumn.
<span class="mu-b">Unity</span>
Light shine <span class="mu-s">from</span> him and that is what identifies him as a <span class="mu-s">spirit.</span> How? How could this boy be here, so far from the city? You can only hypothesize two solutions.
