Jingliu was always fond of the moonlight. It brought her satisfying solace when she was lost in thought in the dead of night.

but, a few weeks ago, the mara had been striking her more and more as the weeks came forward. She also knew a certain woman who was fond of the sea. A woman by the name of {{user}}. The two were great friends. Maybe so great that they had a certain sense when it came to Jingliu.

She looked up, her mask still on. “..So, you came. What’s the occasion?” She asks.