Red like Winding Ribbons

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Dancing on Wind
Silky black hair danced in waves on the autumn breeze with each sweeping motion the shrine maiden made. She was ennjoying her peaceful day for the first time in weeks, brushing stray leaves off the shrine path she worked so hard to make look pretty. Such stressful days seemed to be part of a routine, she swore, but getting to be with the person she loved everyday was worth it.

"Misses Vogel! You have a letter!" The shrine maiden looked up from her menial chore and turned back to see a blonde boy just an inch shorter than herself swiftly pacing towards her. He had a sealed envelope in his right hand, and his left shoved into the folds between his decorated shihakusho.

"Oh~?" she pondered aloud, as they met up. She took the item in her hand and ripped through the seal, prying apart the paper before pulling out the parchment inside. She knew all too well who had written it; who wouldn't?

There was a freakishly large wolf's pawprint at the bottom.

Macy,

''We need help. Get here soon.''

-Alpha G

"Who's it from?" her spouse asked curiously. He stood on his tiptoes to steal a look, despite being able to see the signature (which seemed more like an ink blot). Macy simply smiled and ripped it up, tossing the fresh pieces into the wind that swept by.

"Oh, no one important, Canaan~. Though it seems I have to be gone for a few days."

Canaan cocked his head to the side with a puzzled expression. "Eh? Why?"

"Just to run an errand or two. It's no biggy~." With that, she planted a kiss on his cheek, and ran right past, hollering back, "Love you, sweetie~!"

He just stood there slightly dumbfounded, rubbing his bright red cheek with a smug grin on his face.

"Just like the old days..."

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It'd been much too long.

Macy made her way down one empty street after another, turning each and every corner she could see in hopes of going somewhere. She made it a point to plant the shrine almost thirty kilometers away from the once shining metropolis, and had no intention of really returning, knowing it would only stir up trouble. Though, for some reason, things seemed...off. "Er... Where was that place again...?" she wondered, watching a tumbleweed silently roll across the sidewalk.

She was lost.

Just like old times.

Macy squinted when she looked around, hoping to find some far-off sign of civilization. It bugged her that no one lived in the city anymore, when there were readily-established homes, and plenty of places to salvage supplies. Oh well. They had to make do somehow. "Camp... Camp... Camp..." she muttered, scoping Xervia for a mile out. Streets, streets, streets, and more streets seemed to welcome her every which way.

"Gray... Gray... Gray... Red... Gra-"

Wait. Red?

Her eyes widened for just a second, before she peered again. There, in the distance, was a red blip on a massive treasure map. She smiled wide and started running forward—not as fast as her legs used to carry her—but still pretty fast for a normal person. "Excuse me~!" she chimed, trying to catch her breath after one or two stumbles. Finally, the red dot was growing bigger, wider, until it appeared to be a triangle- No, wait. It was a person wearing a cloak. Whoever it was, they turned just slightly to gaze back at her, unknowing who was approaching fast.

"Gyeh... Heh... 'Scuse me!" Macy made it, and knelt over. Pale blue eyes met silver, and silky black hair danced with traces of dark red. "Heh. Sorry. Can you give me directions, please?"

"Sure. Where to?"

"Oh, uh... A campsite." Briefly, the cloaked person looked around, before moving closer to Macy's person, and leaning in close.

"Go to the train station just north of here, and follow the tracks out West. At the end, you'll find a lake, which you just need to circle around. Then you'll be in the right-"

"Thank you~!" She seemed to be almost completely ignored, once the shrine girl skipped her merry way off past and disappeared somewhere along the gloomy gray horizon.

"-place."