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@phctcn

There's music playing and she laughs along, clapping her hands as spirits twist and dance sporadically. A celebration for what she doesn't know, but it could be anything --- spirits were funny like that. Festivals falling on nonsensical days for nonsensical things, she was sure to grow tired of traveling with them and their nonstop partying eventually, but for now they were a riot.

Now and then people got swept up into their jovial affairs. The ones who could see, could hear, could know. Sometimes they were left, nothing more than the state of sweet wine as a memory. Sometimes they never returned to wherever it was they came from. Sometimes --- sometimes they caught the attention of the nekomata hanging around and sometimes that nekomata might decide the other spirits couldn't have this one.

"Dangerous place to be, are you brave or just stupid?" She all but purrs as her existence is suddenly much closer to the prying eyes than it'd been before.

[trialcapt]

     “the ruins of life...” they should be just ahead, right? ilima smiles, looking up from the map he brought with him. it’s a beautiful day here on akala island... the sun is shining and the breeze is pleasant, too. he feels incredibly refreshed; overcome with a certain calmness that truly is a testament to tapu lele’s power. he supposes that it’s no surprise - after all, the guardian deity does reside nearby. 

     inspiration overcomes him he resumes his walk, making his way closer to the ruins themselves. that’s when he catches sight of someone else, standing by the ruins’ entrance. “alola!” he calls out, heading towards them. “it’s a lovely day, isn’t it? are you interested in the ruins, too?”  /// ( @phctcn ♡ )