Under the moonlit sky, Tsukishima walked down the long cobblestone path, leaving behind the cozy inn that had served as his home during his stay in Crocus. With his furry companion Sol safely tucked into their room, he sought a moment of solitude. He craved to appreciate the beauty of Crocus once more before surrendering to the sleep that slowly began to gnaw at him. Lost in thought, Tsukishima's peaceful walk was abruptly interrupted as he collided with a young woman, their accidental meeting sending her books sprawling onto the ground. "Oh, I apologize," he offered swiftly, his instinct guiding him to kneel beside her, assisting in gathering her belongings.
"It's alright, entirely my fault," she responded as she hurriedly collected her belongings.
As Tsukishima handed her the final book, a small slip of paper fluttered to the ground, catching his attention. Retrieving it, he found himself instinctively drawn to the runic script written on it. "Valan?" he mused aloud, a sense of recognition spreading across his face. The woman, noticing his reaction, leaned in with curiosity. "Can you decipher it? You're familiar with Valan?" she inquired, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.
Word Count: 192
Total Word Count: 192 / 500