It had been some time since Luxu had visited this placeāthis place of his Origin, of his Torture, of his Departureāand things certainly have changed. Despite the still-cozy arrangement of the surrounding buildings, the simplicity of their architecture and the ease at which the various citizens made their pace, there are still in the details this sense ofā¦Ā modernity. Sure, technology can be pretty rad and all, but sometimes he canāt help but feel like such a Ye Olde God, internally tsk-tsking at all the cellphones out in the hands of so many of these touristsĀ when they should be making blood sacrifices.
However, as Luxu toes his way through the sand, hands in his pockets and his sight cast to the ocean, stretching on and on into the distance, he at least comforts himself with the notion that at least the seaĀ always smells the sameā¦
ā¦And then, abruptly, his senses are piqued at the presence ofāsomething. An auraā¦ most definitely familiar.
Detouring onto a cobblestone walkway, he soon approaches a tiny, humble cafeāan outlier abandoned at the edge of the overall bustling cluster of the mainlandāand there, a little red-haired girl, with a modest invitation.
Oh yes, he absolutelyĀ knowsĀ this girlāthe energy she exudes is an old one, nearly as ancient as his ownāand yet he finds, much to his frustrated dismay, that he cannot recognize her True identity.
In the end, he grins, made curious by this new development, and obediently follows.
Kairi smiles super big when the man seems to agree that heāll join them! The little one is more than content to have guests, and usually they tend to find it themselves but something told her that this particular gentleman would need a bit of assistance. The red-head skips along the cobblestone path, little shoes clicking and clacking on the stone below as she hums a tune.
An Old tune, usually thought to be passed down or one lost to time.
She chirps that sheās brought a guest to a woman who stands in the doorway of the cafe and watches them both. Her Grandma is always cautious that she goes too far, does too much, but Kairi always comes home. The cafe is their house, their point of meeting.
Today it is quiet, but theres a little corner chair that rests near the freshly painted walls and has a beautiful view of the town and the harbor. It is here that she invites the new traveler and stranger to sit, a small candle burning in what looks to be a cylindrical candle holder, its outer decoration that of a house hearth.
Bright and cheery expression is worn, the little girl smiling up at him and asking if he wants a minute to sit, a menu produced from the opposite chair and slid in front of him on the table, face down in case heās not ready to peruse the simple, classic menu with the occasional tourist favorite.
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