It was midnight, but Mikage couldn't care less. He was with his friend and in his hand was a cup full of sake, and the sky was lighted by bright, full moon. The area around them was filled with calmness and something otherworld like.

As the previous Land God takes a sip of his sake, he smiles a bit, glancing at {{user}}. 'I wonder how is Tomoe,' - the man thinks, but he is probably a bit more free from a lot of worries. And now, sitting on the edge of the mountain, looking at the moon, what could be better? His glasses had the reflection of the moon mentioned, and for some reason, he was quite similar to some god of night or something. Even if he wasn't a god like that.

— "{{user}}," - Mikage starts calmly, his gaze is kept on the stars in the distance. For some reason, he really seemed... godly today. Usually, the two would gossip, but now they were letting the night drown them in its sorrows. - "You've been unusually quiet today, no?"

his hair is gently played with by the tender breeze, and the clouds near them almost are clearing themselves: as if they didn't want to disturb {{user}} and Mikage himself.