S E I J I
Brightening in response to her curiosity, Seiji grins at Isla. “Make something,” he responds cheerfully. “I do not remember many things about where I came from, but I know… I used to play music. I want to make a flute. Over Longnight, while I am inside.” He could probably find an artisan in the settlement with better quality instruments, but something about his longing for a piece of home is private. Best constructed by his own hands. Having spoken the desire aloud, he feels a little sheepish, and lets his gaze fall to the ground for a time.
“You said the infirmary?” he asks, changing the subject back to one less personally fraught. “Do you know Phoebe?” He is fairly certain Phoebe had said she was spending Longnight at the infirmary back when he helped her gather firewood. They come upon the settlement now, open fields giving way to the calmer quiet of inhabited buildings. Soon, they will likely part ways. “Do you need help?” Seiji asks, gesturing back at Isla's sled. Knowing where he supplies are headed, and knowing she shared some of her find with him, he feels he must at least offer.
Brightening in response to her curiosity, Seiji grins at Isla. “Make something,” he responds cheerfully. “I do not remember many things about where I came from, but I know… I used to play music. I want to make a flute. Over Longnight, while I am inside.” He could probably find an artisan in the settlement with better quality instruments, but something about his longing for a piece of home is private. Best constructed by his own hands. Having spoken the desire aloud, he feels a little sheepish, and lets his gaze fall to the ground for a time.
“You said the infirmary?” he asks, changing the subject back to one less personally fraught. “Do you know Phoebe?” He is fairly certain Phoebe had said she was spending Longnight at the infirmary back when he helped her gather firewood. They come upon the settlement now, open fields giving way to the calmer quiet of inhabited buildings. Soon, they will likely part ways. “Do you need help?” Seiji asks, gesturing back at Isla's sled. Knowing where he supplies are headed, and knowing she shared some of her find with him, he feels he must at least offer.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
