"Is that so..." Yomeko breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
She turned toward the slightly ajar door, the pale light from the hallway spilling across the floor of the room she shared with Neon. The narrow beam painted streaks on the wooden planks, highlighting the dust that floated lazily in the air.
Creak... Creak...
Each step Yomeko took stirred the floorboards beneath her, tiny clouds of dust rising with her movement. She moved closer to Neon.
"The moon sure looks beautiful tonight," she said evenly, her eyes tracing the pale glow.
The silver light radiating from the moon fell across their faces, casting them like ghosts as they watched the masses in their structures—dining, sleeping, chatting, and tracing intricate magic runes.
"That said, I am sure it feels lonely," Yomeko added, her voice soft and thoughtful.
