S E I J I
The Rathskeller buzzes with noise and warmth. A great many faces Seiji has never seen before crowd the walls. Sprinkled in amongst them are a few he recognizes, though he makes no effort to catch the attention of those acquaintances. He is glad to see them safe, nonetheless.
It feels strangely final, making his way through the crowd, following Kiada as she weaves between bodies. As if they are all gathering here to wait out a war. Though if all he has heard is true, maybe such an atmosphere should be expected.
Seiji is grateful, anyway, to spy an empty seat and sink into it, shrugging off his pack. Filled with all the least perishable food he’s gathered, as well as some of the extra clothes Ronin gifted him, it is rather cumbersome here in the crowd. Seiji can smell food cooking here, anyway, but considering the number of people around him, he is still glad to have some of his own supplies.
Seiji has some things to occupy his attention until the darkness recedes, but for now, surrounded by so much activity, he is content to watch, sparing a mild glance and a slight smile toward Kiada.
The Rathskeller buzzes with noise and warmth. A great many faces Seiji has never seen before crowd the walls. Sprinkled in amongst them are a few he recognizes, though he makes no effort to catch the attention of those acquaintances. He is glad to see them safe, nonetheless.
It feels strangely final, making his way through the crowd, following Kiada as she weaves between bodies. As if they are all gathering here to wait out a war. Though if all he has heard is true, maybe such an atmosphere should be expected.
Seiji is grateful, anyway, to spy an empty seat and sink into it, shrugging off his pack. Filled with all the least perishable food he’s gathered, as well as some of the extra clothes Ronin gifted him, it is rather cumbersome here in the crowd. Seiji can smell food cooking here, anyway, but considering the number of people around him, he is still glad to have some of his own supplies.
Seiji has some things to occupy his attention until the darkness recedes, but for now, surrounded by so much activity, he is content to watch, sparing a mild glance and a slight smile toward Kiada.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
