Mirar the Immortal

Mirar was true to his word. He left his pocketwatch in his room, and went to find Auraya. By this stage, he knew the patch to her room almost as well as his own. He visited her as often as he could, and by dreams when he could not. He still missed the days when they’d been able to share, on the Charon. Although everything about the ship had been so strange and foreign, at least they’d had each other. The city had thus far been more hospitable, but in that short time, Mirar had gotten used to being close to her. Of course he missed it.

Reaching her door now, he knocked just briefly.

“Auraya? I’m here to keep that promise. Let me in!”


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