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Occurs one day after relent.
Night had fallen hours before, and darkness steeped as snow glittered under moonlight. It was no more than the night before, though the evidence of their scuffle was long blotted out by playing children or travelers en route to other parts of the park. For Faustite, it felt strange to come back to that exact spot and find no evidence of what transpired the night before. Even the partially melted snow was kicked away. Footprints were buried and overridden.
He told the winged one to meet him there at ten. Faustite looked up to the moon, which hung high in the sky, casting its imitation of the sun upon the immaculate white of the snow layer. It was for this that winter always seemed brighter, though Faustite never stood out any less for the blazing orange glow that ever peered out beyond its bars. Nevertheless, it would be easier for him to see her approach once he picked up her aura.
Yesterday's memory proved a useless one. More about Velvet, which Faustite guessed was because of his ties to the shield glove bracelet that Faustite used to read memories. Selfish little thing.
Were there only a way to tune it to find what he wanted. He needed the meeting in which all those White Moon accomplices decided that Aelius had to die. He needed to see each of their faces, study their uniforms and outfits, take note of any names exchanged. Then it was a matter of sussing them out from the city's myriad hiding holes and eliminating them from the rebirth cycle, much like how they so wanted to terminate Aelius.
Small boon for them, then, that gleaning such information proved a fickle endeavor.
Should the winged one boldly approach that night, she would find him seated beneath the tree from before. Around him was a clean patch of grass, about a foot in radius, where his heat had melted away the snow and capped the snowbank at the fringes with a glistening layer of ice. As he waited, he studied the shield glove bracelet that rested on his palm.
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