After a long, sleepless night, Kir found himself in need of some privacy as he sorted out his thoughts. Near the camp was a river and so, uncaring for his nudity, Kir left his tent and flew over to it. He alighted on a large, flat boulder and sat, letting his clawed toes dangle in the water and shivering as the cold went up his spine.
After a few breathes to empty his mind, Kir felt ready.
He tried sending a ping Kiryu's way, but when he got no response, he decided to summon his other half the way Kiryu liked.
Taking out his kiseru, Kir tapped the chamber clear before checking the draft hole and cleaning it with magic. He withdrew the finest - if not the most expensive - glass phial of smokeleaf from his storage and spent a few mindful moments refining the grind to the consistency Kiryu liked. Then, carefully, he packed the chamber once more, holding the bowl by its heel before forming a bit of fire on his thumb as he lit the packed tobacco.
