Pyrite sits at his desk, in a study full of books and stones, he draws out a long sigh and mumbles “the summer festival..” An event he had always looked forward to, now made him nervous. He was gathering up all his courage to ask a particular shiji to go to the festivities with him, not just as a friend. Knowing the necklace tradition he gathers together small items, then realizes he doesn't have anything to string them on. He searches high and low, he finds...
