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Corvus and Scylla had not forgotten. Neither did Metis, which... she wasn't sure how to parse. Perhaps it was still effective after all this time and, perhaps, the Primer sorely needed an update. Regardless of her presence or absence, the ranks were still swelling on both sides, and there were only so many Mauvians to go around. Senshi did not always have a Mau to guide them, and the very few who did seemed to benefit. Maus seemed to be exclusive to Senshi, therefore...

...what of the Knights, who did not have the Mauvians?

Did they have more of a mentor/mentee system? Or were they completely alone? These were questions she simply did not have, and furthermore, she had no idea how to transmit the Primer, once updated, to Knights. As far as she knew, Knights did not possess a cellphone the way senshi did. That proposed and even greater problem...

Kallichore had sat on a park bench, pen and paper filled with hurried script in her lap, trying to connect all the dots. She was oblivious to the world for a while, zoned in on this particular communications problem, when her mental radar picked up a signature. Order. Great power. Brown eyes lifted from the paper, discerning this signature belonged to a Knight.

Serendipity indeed.

Hurrying along to find the owner of said signature, willing the papers into subspace for the time being, Kallichore repinned her hair to not appear so flustered. She wasn't anxious, she was intrigued. "Excuse me! I was hoping you might have some time to spare. I've a few questions for a Knight, if you don't mind."

Kallichore's eyebrows quickly retreated into her hairline.

"I.... what?"

He was a transcendent, like herself, but the last thing the senshi had expected was full-on flirtation. Really, her business was serious, her mission of utmost importance, and anything she'd prepared beforehand flew unceremoniously from her mind at that moment. Shaking her head, Kallichore tried to regain some composure, smoothing out her skirts once her hand was free.

Is this... how he greets everyone?

Awfully friendly... She was hardly the person to flirt with. If she were Scylla, perhaps. But not the senshi of madness.

Clearing her throat, the introduction was less steady than she would have liked. "My name is Kallichore, and I... am hoping to learn some things from our allies, like you. I wrote a Primer for White Moon Senshi who had just awakened, as a way to learn the basics of the war in the city. It's recently come to my attention that someone named Alya developed and application to transmit messages from senshi to Knights and vice-versa."

With a flick of her wrist, a pad of white paper and a well-loved pen appeared. "If it's not too much trouble, assume you're speaking to a Knight who just recently awoke. What would you tell them? What should they know?"

"Did Alya send me?" she parroted, pushing the pen and paper back to its original subspace storage pocket and watched Whisler with confusion. "No, I do not know who Alya is. I was simply notified of the new communication app. I was hoping to learn some things from Knights, and it's come to my attention that my knowledge of them is woefully lacking. That is all."

If this man Whisler had an issue with Alya, Kallichore knew nothing of it. She hoped her simple, logical and calm explanation would be enough to assuage whatever fears he harbored.

His admission to not knowing as much, coupled with his clear discomfort, was enough for her to drop the subject and consider asking something a little easier. "...that's alright. You're transcended like I am, which is a good thing, I believe. Are you able to bestow energy on others? Simply knowing Knights are capable of transcendence is a boon to my knowledge in any case. Do you use your ring often? How does it work?"

No further mention of Alya, for it seemed to be a sore spot. Kallichore didn't consider herself to be someone with incredible social graces, but she could certain try.