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[shineprism]

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[According to the Lunar Calendar, the next New Moon is September 14th. Time is strange here... it could come sooner, or later.]

Do not call to the Mother.

[shineprism]

( the mother...? hm. he'll have to remember that, too. )

I understand.

[sticksandbonesmods]

Chung.

[...]

Be careful. If... fog weakens too much... She will come.

[shineprism]

...?

( did... he say his name...? he nods uselessly at the warning, but presses a hand against the barrier. )

I won't let her hurt anyone here. But... do... I know you?

[sticksandbonesmods]

[His hand is met with a slimmer one. They cannot touch through the fog, but the shadow and the feeling of a presence is strong, even if the fog protests.]

Not anymore. But you will.

I did not forget you.

[shineprism]

( something in his heart falls and he wonders with a heavy hurt if this is what elsword feels like- he's forgotten more...? )

... I want to remember. Please...

[sticksandbonesmods]

[...

Fingertips curl against the fog.]

...not your fault.

Last I saw you... I was not truly "alive".

[shineprism]

You were alive enough to know me, weren't you? But I don't recall anything. I'm sorry. Truly. ... I seem to have forgotten a lot as of late, but... I won't fail you.

[sticksandbonesmods]

You would not have known.

[There is a soft song:]

Give me the story; your story of protection.
The justice, the deeds, and the bravery of your stone body.
Your wings; the blankets of peace and sleep.
May I sit with you?

[shineprism]

( chung listens, and thinks of hamel. thinks of his home and all he's given for it, all he wishes for it.

...

is that what this guardian feels? he can understandentirely. )

... Always.

[sticksandbonesmods]

[The song will feel distantly familiar to Chung, as though it's something he heard when he was a young man.

There is something warm-feeling on the other side of the fog.]

I wish there was time.

The Grove's children sang... song to me once. Before...

[shineprism]

It's beautiful. When we can meet properly, teach it to me? Until then, wait for us. We'll definitely help you. I promise this.

[sticksandbonesmods]

[A sigh, exhaled lightly, a touch melancholy. The hand withdraws.]

Stay safe until then.

[There's a whorl of mist, and if Chung listens closely, he might hear the telltale sound of sticks and leaves crunching underfoot. After a minute, there's nothing but silence, and the lingering notes of a song long-forgotten.]

[shineprism]

( chung lingers at the barrier for some time, just in case the figure returns. but when he finally realizes that they won't he turns around. after a moment, he looks at the apple in his hand, and returns to the river. it's with great care and conisderation that he picks a large, bright and shiny one, so much so that it glistens in the moonlight, and returns to where he had met the lights.

he crouches down and rolls it into the fog. and prays that the guardian gets it. )