[Mini Event] rollin' bones

The ocean’s pull is undeniable. And perhaps fortunate, as well. Seiji has not been able to leave this place just yet; has lingered, soaking up the music of the surf and the breeze, watching midday fade to afternoon fade to a pastel sunset. He is sitting in the sand when he notices the lights in the distance: just pinpricks, really, tiny lanterns or colorful candles illuminating the spires of the shoreline chapel. He goes to investigate because he can, because every reason to stay in an excuse to avoid going home.

Or maybe — he finally is home.

By now, the cold is sharp enough for Seiji to shrug his jacket on. To return his shoes to his feet (after shaking them out). It is nothing compared to what will come, but the sea adds to it a bite that sends shivers down his skinny frame. He is just pulling up the collar of his coat when he notices the crowd.

A small crowd, to be sure. Some of the faces here strike him with a burst of recognition, warm enough to elicit a smile. Jigano’s fall of white hair catches his eye first, then one or two other faces he remembers from the Hollowed Grounds but cannot put to names.

It is toward Jigano Seiji makes his way, hoping he isn’t distracting the bard from Loreseeker business. Hoping the distraction will be welcome. “Jigano.” That soft smile, reaching all the way through his eyes. I am glad to see you, it says. “Do you know a name for these?” he asks, gesturing toward the spark Isuma chases.