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Letter correspondence from Tamiya was always an event. Penned in beautiful bold calligraphy and equally bold language, the pristine note ended up at Elidae’s hive almost serendipitously (save for the ease of which Tamiya used her connections to obtain her address). After their first meeting, and finally a more extended acquaintanceship during the royalist party, enough was enough. Tamiya had to take the child under her wing. Tamiya was dead serious and dead set on the matter. She herself needed guidance as a child, and got it from her lusus. But even so, she wasn’t prepared for the tragedies that Alternian life had provided her. Saving a wiggler from folding under Alternian stresses such as violence and death was an important step in their development. So – as a logical conclusion – Tamiya had set up a date. A simple date, and one that she personally enjoyed greatly.

Having more time to adapt to the big city of Civisect, Tamiya had learned a few dives. Juggalo friendly environments, quaint and inclusive cafes for her and Sinter to frequent – the artificial technological buzz of the city seemed more like white noise to her now that she had learned to cope with it. There was still a matter of the entire city being a glorified crypt, but she would accept these misgivings in the knowledge that she would purify it soon enough. First, she and Elidae had to purify their cuticles.

Tamiya waited patiently at the Civisect train station. It was a drizzly day, and Tamiya had come supplied with an extra umbrella trimmed with red and gold accents to compliment her own deep plum. Kabukidad had opted to stay home, having no external nails to speak of and harboring a desire for dryness, and so Tamiya coolly waited at the stop alone for her young companion to arrive.

Alternian technology was amazing, and Tamiya deeply distrusted it. However, there was always something fascinating – perhaps even calming – about the train. Traveling was a part of her childhood. It brought her to and from Sinter in relative ease, and the color-separated trains offered her respite from potential danger. Even now a flutter grew in her bloodpusher as the huge metal beast pulled up, and Tamiya squinted to try and make out the figures inside. Obscured grey faces and orange horns blurred past as the train pulled into the station. With a groaning halt, rush of air and the familiar announcement tones blaring through the speakers, Elidae had arrived.

Tamiya immediately spotted the yellow-spotted girl through the departing crowd of faces. She adjusted her umbrella and smiled broadly. “Elidae! Your travels were duly safe. Praise the Messiahs.” Looking Elidae up and down, Tamiya considered how she had grown. Outside of the darkness of some damned cave or haunted ******** mansion, she was quite the sight. A picture of prim pity with plenty of potential – perfection! Tamiya gave her a bow.

“You are a sprite; I would not have this night exist in any other miraculous fever dream than this very one! It is the perfect time to lift your sluggish burden with the lightness of cheer, giggliness and the ritual of hygienics. I believe we both have deserved such a break.”

Nodding with confirmation to her own observation, Tamiya shuffled around at her hip for the additional umbrella and produced it for Elidae. “Our stop is down a few blocks. Do you require an umbrella for our holy journey?”