He is called.
Dawn casts a pale halo on the horizon as Seiji slips between the streets, his soft steps purposeful. Night still clings to the world, but it is a night filled with promise. Stars lingering above, sunlight on the way. Seiji carries enough provisions for the day ahead in his pack, along with the nearly-completed flute(good luck, if nothing else), extra fuel, a spark. Even a couple of candles. Nearer at hand is a knife he hopes he shall find no reason to use. And in one hand he carries a small lantern, borrowed from home. Its glow is soft but reassuring, and something about it fills his heart with unexpected ease. As he moves, he feels almost as if he has done this before. As if he retraces the steps of a dream, of a play enacted many times before.
He feels no fear.
Seiji smiles as he joins the group. Amalia with her staff is a figurehead of eerie light, at once brave and otherworldly. Jigano is a welcome comfort, quiet and reassuring. Seiji does not recognize the last member of their party, but he offers a smile and a brief nod to Lily. “Ready,” he tells Amalia with a nod. His voice is one note of a song, light and cheerful, as if they do not face darkness. As if this is any gathering of friends.
Despite his demeanor though, Seiji arrives prepared. He knows Caido is dangerous. He has survived Deepfrost. He has learned much. He will be an asset, however he can. He grips his lantern, taking comfort in the warmth of the glass cage, the dancing of flame.
Dawn casts a pale halo on the horizon as Seiji slips between the streets, his soft steps purposeful. Night still clings to the world, but it is a night filled with promise. Stars lingering above, sunlight on the way. Seiji carries enough provisions for the day ahead in his pack, along with the nearly-completed flute(good luck, if nothing else), extra fuel, a spark. Even a couple of candles. Nearer at hand is a knife he hopes he shall find no reason to use. And in one hand he carries a small lantern, borrowed from home. Its glow is soft but reassuring, and something about it fills his heart with unexpected ease. As he moves, he feels almost as if he has done this before. As if he retraces the steps of a dream, of a play enacted many times before.
He feels no fear.
Seiji smiles as he joins the group. Amalia with her staff is a figurehead of eerie light, at once brave and otherworldly. Jigano is a welcome comfort, quiet and reassuring. Seiji does not recognize the last member of their party, but he offers a smile and a brief nod to Lily. “Ready,” he tells Amalia with a nod. His voice is one note of a song, light and cheerful, as if they do not face darkness. As if this is any gathering of friends.
Despite his demeanor though, Seiji arrives prepared. He knows Caido is dangerous. He has survived Deepfrost. He has learned much. He will be an asset, however he can. He grips his lantern, taking comfort in the warmth of the glass cage, the dancing of flame.
