@patiencethin liked for a starter
There seemed to be a festival going on, though in celebration of what Gyomei couldn’t quite be sure. The return of residents to their rightful (or at least initial) states? Perhaps, but that seemed a poor sort of reparation to be paid. He wouldn’t comment, though; he hadn’t undergone any actual changes during that span of time.
It was night, maybe a bit later than he ought to have been out, but the difference between light and dark had no bearing on how he navigated. The streets were far less crowded at this hour, and with a short shower having just swept through and driven most other pedestrians into buildings this seemed an opportune time for his walk.
It wasn’t as if the Star Trail was too out of the way or too sordid, either. It seemed like a wonderful place to be (when it wasn’t busy) and he was still keen on memorizing the layout of the Ward so he wouldn’t find himself lost at a bad time. So far things were just fine. It was a normal jaunt. Until he nearly stepped on something and instead sent it skidding a few feet forward. From the sound it made Gyomei could tell it wasn’t wood or stone or metal– it was plastic, a few inches long and a bit less tall. Thin, with two holes through it. He didn’t recognize the item (a common occurrence by now) but it was damp and he started to carefully wipe it off with one of the sleeves of his coat. The chances of finding the owner were probably slim, but odds were someone else would at least be able to identify the object.