Oh young mariner, launch your vessel, and crowd your canvas

[in_summer_leaf]

Hisoka is driving the wagon back through the woods with a load of firewood, whistling softly or occasionally talking to the horses. And then, he reins them in and sits with a startled, watchful expression on his face. A listening expression, as though someone were speaking to him. Yet, it is not a voice...or if it is, it speaks in no language

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[villageson]

[ :( Bye, Hisoka. ]

[in_summer_leaf]

[And perhaps, in a swiftly vanishing wisp of light, unseen, Hisoka's departing spirit turns back and smiles at the young man whom he first met under the green trees of a wide garden, in a world far from the Mansion. Goodbye, 11-12.]