In a small flower field next to a river and a forest Engetsu sat on his knees staring at the night sky. The stars could faintly be seen in the sky, but it was still quite beautiful. As he sat and stared at the night sky he heard footsteps approaching.

He glanced back behind him, and when he saw who it was, he perked up. Smiling gently.

"What are you doing here late at night?" He asks, his voice soft. Almost like a warm whisper.