[ Her gait is swift and strides long, but his pace is quick when there's a mutual destination in mind and responsibility burning at its core. There aren't any trees, only shallow plateaus of long grass and soft dirt. Mikazuki supposes if they had to crash like meteors somewhere, this would have to be it.
As they draw closer, the smell of heated metal and smoke weighs in the air. Like home, to him. So familiar that he can think through it to ask something on his mind: ]
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As they draw closer, the smell of heated metal and smoke weighs in the air. Like home, to him. So familiar that he can think through it to ask something on his mind: ]
You must have a name, right?