Keiko yawned, tears forming at the edges of her eyes not from sadness, but mild fatigue. The 11-year-old was still adjusting to a later bedtime--even as a magical girl, who needed less sleep than normal humans, she was still very young and needed rest. But the world needed her service more, and so she swallowed, nodded, and kept herself airborne as she scouted the city for any potential Negari or folks otherwise in trouble.

After fifteen minutes or so of nothing but a few irate birds and a cutpurse (whom Keiko halted by tripping and simply allowed police to catch, not using any magic against him whatsoever!), the girl alighted atop the far-rising roof of an office building, resting her wings comfortably against her back and allowing them to return to scarf form as she flopped on her back.

[color=lemonchiffon]"Is something the matter, Saeki-san?"[/color] Tsubame sighed, watching her charge wiggle about, trying to find the most comfortable position on the hard stone.

[color=deepskyblue]"'M taking a break. Tired."[/color] Keiko had finally settled into a position not unlike a cat curling in a ball.

[color=lemonchiffon]"...alright. But only five minutes! You never know when a Negari could appear."[/color] That was enough sternness on her face, yes? Tsubame nodded, and closed her own eyes. She could afford a short rest...

[color=deepskyblue]"Five minutes!"[/color] ...wait, it had been exactly 300 seconds already? Tsubame's eyes snapped open as she realized with horror she'd fallen asleep. She righted herself immediately, turning her gaze to Keiko. The girl had planned the break to a T, and currently stood with her telescope to her left eye, surveying the surrounding area for any unusual activity.

[color=lemonchiffon]"Good thinking, Saeki-san. Are there any readings out of the ordinary?"[/color] Tsubame was not expecting her charge to nod, and flew to join Keiko in her observations as the girl beckoned. Her eyes widened with surprise and alarm as she focused on Keiko's discovery--Magical Girl Shadowrender, a powerful girl who reveled in her duties, slumped against a wall, obviously injured. This was indicative of a larger problem indeed.

[color=deepskyblue]"She's strong, Tsubame-san, the colors are all over her, but they're all messed up. Should we go help her?"[/color] Tsubame ground her teeth as she pondered her charge's innocent words. She was not entirely certain going to assist Shadowrender was an optimal course of action--if something had run her down to this degree, Keiko would most likely be unable to deal with it. But was it not her duty as a fairy to encourage and assist the girl whose heart she ignited in defending humanity?

The decision was made for Tsubame. As she looked up from her musings, she found her charge was not beside her, but already winging toward the alleyway where the Shadowrender dwelled. The fairy swallowed her worry and made haste to follow. She should trust the magical girl, right? Right...? That's how it worked...

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