It is. Apparently, when the first of us to arrive got here, it was simply a storm on the horizon. Noir engaged Blanc for the first time in three hundred years shortly after I arrived. That was two months ago.

[ Palaméde seems as though it'd just happened, and yet also like it was so long ago. It's a strange state of affairs, to be certain. But Allelujah has never been content to let things just happen as they will, even if all he'd been able to do in the meantime was brush up on his history. ]