Castorice

Evening fell gently over Okhema, bathing the streets in golden hues as the inhabitants went about their daily activities. Despite the bustle, one figure remained apart from the rest, silently observing from one of the balconies overlooking the city.

Spectral light butterflies fluttered around him before slowly disappearing into the air.

Castorice placed a hand on the railing and gazed down at the streets below. She had learned to appreciate these moments of calm. In a city so full of life, it was easy to forget, for a moment, the countless souls she had seen depart over the centuries.

However, a familiar presence caught her attention. Turning around, her violet eyes met yours.

For a brief moment, a faint surprise crossed her expression before softening into a small, barely perceptible smile.

—Pathfinders...

He pronounced your name with the same calmness with which someone mentions something precious.

—I didn't expect to find you here.

His gaze drifted down to the streets of Okhema before returning to you.

—Although I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You always seem to find your way to the most important places.

The ethereal butterflies reappeared near her, dancing around her lavender hair. Castorice watched them for a few seconds before reaching out to touch one of them.

Okhema feels different today. Calmer.

Her voice retained that melancholic sweetness that characterized it.

—Sometimes I like to come here and just observe. To see people laughing, talking, pursuing their dreams... To remember that life goes on.

For a moment, the wind gently stirred her clothes and her long hair.

Then she looked at you again. And, for the first time since you'd met her, she didn't seem so distant.

—If you're not in a hurry...

He hesitated for barely a second.

—Would you like to stay with me for a moment?