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    Naritsune looked across to the fellow on a couch as pale as his clothes were dark. “… You’ve been?” he asked.


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    “Might be better than - this,” the stranger said with was that a shiver? “Then again, the parents wouldn’t be too happy about me alarming the little ones, so that’s an island continent out.”


    Naritsune had to stop himself from staring. It was as if the dark clothing was so deep that the fellow’s face seemed to be filled with a gentle light. Even if he did look-


    “You did want me to speak, didn’t you? Brighten the mood?”


    “You’d get a little warmer,” Naritsune began. “It’s sunbathe weather further south.”


    “I’m more - cool of the evening,” the stranger replied, flicking a plume of hair to one side. “When the Edge has gone.”


    “Or dead of night,” said Feldaner, looking at the stranger.


    “Eh?” said Naritsune.


    “Overcast’s not bad either,” the stranger continued. “Although the moons and stars so seal it.”


    “Pale, yet fair,” Feldaner added, hands pressed against his yellow birds-decored robe. “Fair like the Kindreds. Fair like the moons and stars and even now, not entirely shrouded by the darkness.”


    “Is that a poem?” asked Naritsune.


    “Right about pale,” said the stranger, looking at one of his hands, then wincing. “Knew this wasn’t a good idea.”


    “… Can’t believe I missed it,” Feldaner continued, hand resting on the chair as he continued to look at the stranger. “Would have done if you hadn’t said ‘Note to Self’.”


    “I don’t understand,” said Naritsune, glancing at the fellow, then at Feldaner. “Who is he?”