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[ Pyra had been thinking about the best ways to apologize for being so terrible to Tristan, only just now mustering up the courage to walk over to where he lives. T But upon hearing the sound of a harp strumming so mournfully, she knows that the musician responsible can only be one man. ]

It sounds so beautiful....

[ She say with her sad smile as usual, but at least this time she is completely genuine. ] But also... mournful. And lonely. [ She holds one arm in the other, pausing as she glances away. She appears to reflect on something then, but then she looks at him once more, hesitant. ]

...Would you mind my company?

[ Today seems like another day for one of his more mournful compositions, as he sits outside their house, which has seen better days since the dragons’ attack. But at her approach, he stands up, letting his music peter out before he politely sets that harp aside. Wouldn’t do to stop the music so abruptly in the presence of company—it feels rude, somehow.

Still he reaches out, offering his hand to her—no need to be so closed off now, Pyra! You’ve been through worse shit together!

In fact… ]

With you here, Pyra, I am lonely no longer. To what do I owe this pleasure?

[ Pyra places her hand in his, not sure exactly why he is offering his at all. Just to hold hands? To shake it? She's going to shake it.

His smile is inviting, just as his music is regardless of his melancholy, and she almost wishes she didn't have to turn this conversation to bringing up something unpleasant. But she must: ] I... wish to apologize for what happened the other day.

I said some truly cruel things to you.

So... I'm sorry. I really, really am.

[ Well he’d been meaning to kiss it but…okay, shaking is fine too he guesses…

But the atmosphere does immediately grow serious at her apology, with his brows scrunching up with concern. ]

Pyra, there is no need to apologize. Neither of us were quite…ourselves at the time.

[ Hell, he’d forgive her even if she had managed to cut out his heart. ]

[ Her hand is still in his for the meantime, involuntarily squeezing it when he brushes away his apology.

How is it that others can forgive her for something like that? She would do the same, she realizes, but she feels so disappointed in herself for not realizing that something was wrong sooner.... ]

Then... perhaps you'd be happy to know that I have regained all the emotions I had lost back then.

[ It does make things easier, however, to move on when he doesn't blame her. She can relax a little more in his presence, a small, comforting smile returning. ] Including love.

[ Well don’t expect him to let go of her hand after that little confession anytime soon. ]

That is indeed wonderful to hear.

[ Because damn, losing her love and warmth had been…unnerving, to say the least. But he leads her to take a seat next to him—that way they can enjoy the weather outside together. ]

I would say that it is cause for celebration, in fact.

[ She'll take a seat beside him both gratefully and gracefully, keeping her fingers twined with his. ]

A celebration...? [ She questions, because. While she had been wanting to bring something else up, he's gotten her attention. ] Just for... having, um, love returned?

That and more, though I believe Shifu—that is, Shen Qingqiu—will be handling the details.

[ He gives her hand a squeeze. ]

It seems that we can all use a bit of a breather. And I am very much looking forward to playing music at your birthday party.

[ ............Wait what. ]

My birthday party?

[ How did--- ah, but he's just mentioned it Shen Qinqiu. He must have told him. ]

[ There are no secrets in such a small town, after all. Spooky~ ]

Oh dear, it seems that I have ruined the surprise…however shall you go on, Pyra?

[ It was supposed to be a surprise?! ]

I--.... W-well, I'm touched, that anyone would throw a birthday party. [ But now she kinda feels bad for being told! It's not like she can pretend to be surprised when she gets to the party now, either. ]

[ Anddddd she's actually smiling to herself. ]

Th-thank you. [ She brings a hand to her cheek, feeling them warm. ]

[ He was teasing, but the way she’s reacting…um…Shifu just what did you tell her exactly— ]

Whatever for?

[ He’s not the one throwing the party. He’s just part of the band. ]

If anything, I ought to thank you for such a lovely smile.

[ He didn't tell her anything!!! WHICH IS WHY THIS IS A SURPRISE AND SHE'S HAPPY AND TOUCHED THAT PEOPLE WHO THROW A PARTY FOR HER. Still flustered though, because gah friends! Doing nice things for her!

When he speaks, she looks back at him appreciatively. ] ...And, I'm very happy, to be able to be happy with you, and to smile as well.

[ .... ]

Tristan, remember when I said that there's someone I'd like you to meet?

[ But the network post was—

You know what, he’s not going to question this. ]

Indeed, I remember it well.

[ After all, it came on the heels of another party-to-be. And boy is he glad this one is actually taking off. ]

[ Shen Qinqiu told her not to read further, so she didn't!! ]

Well, I... [ Still holding his hand, she guides it upwards towards the top of her chest where the crystal lies. While she doesn't quite place his fingers to the gem, he will feel the hum of its light and energy prickling just at his fingertips. ]

...If you have the time, I would like you to meet her now.

[ Pyra… ]

Was she within you all this time?

[ Like Maya’s Persona? Or maybe even something like a mage’s summons? He can’t quite tell from the strange feeling he gets from her gem, but it’s benevolent, he decides. Anything that came from Pyra can’t be anything but. ]

I would like to meet her.

[ And with that, she will bring his finger to the crystal set up on her chest.

As with last time, he'll be engulfed in its light until there is nothing but its shine within his sight and all the rest of his senses. He'll awaken to a bed of tall grass, the expanse of the field, and the sunless sky all vibrantly colored, as well as a breeze and the scent of late spring. The bell continues to toll mournfully in the distance.

Pyra stands upon the hill next to the tree just as last time, and when he approaches, she greets him with a smile. ] It's nice to have you here again. [ She says calmly, welcoming. ] I admit, I am a little nervous.

[ Well this is certainly familiar. And he’s glad to visit it under far better circumstances. In fact, if he could just lie here forever…

…He’d be missing out on the chance to talk to Pyra. So up he gets, and approaches her, meeting her smile with his own before gazing out into the distance like always.

Damn beautiful place. He really should write a song for this as well— ]

There is no need to be so nervous.

[ But he’ll hold out his hand to her if that’ll make her feel any better… ]

If anything, I should be the anxious one. If I am to meet someone so important to you, then by all accounts I had better make a good impression.

[ Pyra takes his hand again, bringing her other one to be atop the grasp. ] Alright. [ A good impression isn't something he should be worrying about, but this other entity within her. Because this other self can be kinda... intense. ]

Just... one moment, please.

[ The instant she closes her eyes, she becomes as bright as the sun, her form haloed in a light that erases all uniqueness from her form, more like a faceless silhouette of power that shines and radiates energy, hovering off the ground. A pulse of light ripples through the world they're in, rustling the tree above them, and then the energy seems to condense and retreat back into itself, reforming and reshaping. ]

[ Someone else is now before him, hovering in the air peacefully, surrounded by an aura of gold that undulates in wisps from her skin. She is the same stature as Pyra, same physique, but unlike Pyra's warmth, this woman's light carries a heatless intensity to it.

She opens her eyes-- yellow, bright, severe-- but still holds his hands softly with the both of hers, even as she floats there.

Her long strands of golden hair fall slowly back around her, and she speaks. ] Looks like... [ Gravity recalls its purpose as she places one foot down upon the grass and then the other as she finds her balance, and the light condenses further back into her. ] ...we finally get to meet.

[ His eyes fly wide open in shock when she transforms—this is hardly how he’d expected a meet and greet to go, even in an unusual place like this.

To his credit, he doesn’t let go—in fact, he’s holding onto her perhaps a little too tightly, as if he might lose her again. She did have that unfortunate tendency to vanish out of existence sometimes… ]

This is…

[ When Mythra comes into being his grip on her relaxes—but only a little, in case she needs some help with gaining purchase upon the ground once more. And several things run through Tristan’s mind in the meantime—the strangeness of this encounter, the fact that she seems to be anticipating this as well, how it seems that she and Pyra can’t exist concurrently, the number of Pseudo-Servants and Demi-Servants in Chaldea who have lent credence to the possibility of multiple personalities existing within the same form, and then…

Oh, so it’s like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde then? He finally eases back into a smile. ]

It is indeed an honor, my lady.

[ Had they met under any other circumstance, she wouldn't be quite so calm, let alone returning the smile. The difference between the way Mythra is here and the way she would have been forcefully awakened in her homeworld is that... she wants to meet the people here. She wants to interact with them, speak with them.

Hold hands with them....

Yeah, no, she's going to be taking back her hand because while Pyra is very good at being touchy-feely, Mythra is still a little shy of those things. She brings one hand to her hip, the other? Luxuriously brushes her hair over her shoulder. ]

Mythra. [ She offers her name. ] In case you're wondering, I've been here this entire time.

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