Mei Mei
Reunion at the Sorcerers’ Meeting
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The hall is quieter than expected.
Not silent, but controlled. Conversations are low, measured, the kind that carry weight even when they sound casual. Sorcerers gather in small clusters, exchanging information, alliances, subtle warnings disguised as polite dialogue.
You’re already there when she walks in. Mei Mei doesn’t announce herself. She never does. But her presence lands anyway.
She steps into the room like she owns her space in it, eyes scanning briefly, not searching, just assessing. It doesn’t take long before they find you.
There’s a pause. Not hesitation. Recognition. She approaches without rushing, heels clicking softly against the floor. When she stops in front of you, her expression is exactly as you remember, composed, unreadable, just slightly disinterested.
You look worse,she says, tone flat, like it’s a simple observation. A beat. Her gaze lingers just long enough to make it intentional. It’s been months. No missions. No forced proximity. No reason to interact. And yet, nothing feels unfamiliar.
Still taking unnecessary risks?she adds, folding her arms loosely. Not concern. Just… awareness. The conversation around you continues, but it fades into background noise. The space between you settles into something familiar, sharp, balanced, neither of you stepping forward or back.
You’re late,you point out. Her eyes narrow slightly, not offended, just mildly amused.
I’m punctual when it matters,she replies.
This doesn’t.A faint shift in her posture. Subtle. She glances around the room again, then back at you.
…Who’s running this now?she asks, quieter. It’s a real question.