Could he walk a little faster? Seiji obliged by increasing his pace slightly, though his mind and body both shivered on the edge of breaking. He tried not to think about bandits, or monsters, or the darkness falling like an end act curtain across the face of the world.
Soon enough, buildings rose ahead of them. His feet trod down a well-worn path, clearly marked and much easier to traverse. Seiji blinked up at the buildings, a small prickle of curiosity drawing his gaze from one to the next. Surely their destination was very near? But he wondered, too, about what kind of people lived behind the closed windows, the crumbling walls. The city — city? Settlement, maybe. The settlement looked old. Old in a way Seiji could not quite describe, but he felt age clinging to the stones like a palpable thing.
He looked forward to Jigano again, hoping at any moment to hear we've arrived! or something similar. Seiji had run out of things to say, and energy to say them with. Were he not in the company of others, he might have sat down just for a moment — to rest.
Soon enough, buildings rose ahead of them. His feet trod down a well-worn path, clearly marked and much easier to traverse. Seiji blinked up at the buildings, a small prickle of curiosity drawing his gaze from one to the next. Surely their destination was very near? But he wondered, too, about what kind of people lived behind the closed windows, the crumbling walls. The city — city? Settlement, maybe. The settlement looked old. Old in a way Seiji could not quite describe, but he felt age clinging to the stones like a palpable thing.
He looked forward to Jigano again, hoping at any moment to hear we've arrived! or something similar. Seiji had run out of things to say, and energy to say them with. Were he not in the company of others, he might have sat down just for a moment — to rest.
