S E I J I
Seiji grows accustomed to the depth of the snow, the shortness of days. Slowly, but nonetheless he adapts. He has little choice — not even a memory of his last home to linger in when he resents this new one. Fortunately, there is always something to do. The past several days came with a wealth of information, among them bits and pieces about this occurrence called the Longnight. And these creatures called Luxere. Seiji was fortunate enough to glimpse them once before, but then he had nothing to offer. And that is no way to treat them if they truly are the benevolent guardians he's come to understand they are. So, today he finds himself near the outskirts again, searching amongst the fields for things he and the deer might both like to eat.
Fortunately, he has found one tree already with a handful of edible fruit still in its boughs. He carries a couple of apples in the crook of his elbow as he walks. A third he carries in his left hand, munching on every so often, though it's so cold it hurts his teeth. His plan for the day is to gather as many fruit as he can before heading back. Then he can share some with the luxere, later, too. It's a good plan, Seiji thinks. He hums to himself as he moves, his sights fixed on another tree he spies in the distance.
As Seiji draws near, though, he sees someone else is already there, perhaps with the same plan as he. This is another stranger, another man taller than he (it seems almost everyone here is). He has had only good experiences with the locals thus far, so he calls out ahead: "Hello!" and waves with the hand holding the partially eaten apple. He doesn't quite notice the creature on the man's shoulder until he's much nearer. Or, rather — he notices it, but he doesn't notice what it is.
Then his eyes go wide and he hesitates, whatever he was about to say momentarily forgotten, as he stares at the dragon. It is a dragon? Or at least, the word he finds for it is dragon, though he's not sure he's ever met anyone with such a thing perched on their shoulder before. Just when he thinks he's getting the hang of things here...
Seiji grows accustomed to the depth of the snow, the shortness of days. Slowly, but nonetheless he adapts. He has little choice — not even a memory of his last home to linger in when he resents this new one. Fortunately, there is always something to do. The past several days came with a wealth of information, among them bits and pieces about this occurrence called the Longnight. And these creatures called Luxere. Seiji was fortunate enough to glimpse them once before, but then he had nothing to offer. And that is no way to treat them if they truly are the benevolent guardians he's come to understand they are. So, today he finds himself near the outskirts again, searching amongst the fields for things he and the deer might both like to eat.
Fortunately, he has found one tree already with a handful of edible fruit still in its boughs. He carries a couple of apples in the crook of his elbow as he walks. A third he carries in his left hand, munching on every so often, though it's so cold it hurts his teeth. His plan for the day is to gather as many fruit as he can before heading back. Then he can share some with the luxere, later, too. It's a good plan, Seiji thinks. He hums to himself as he moves, his sights fixed on another tree he spies in the distance.
As Seiji draws near, though, he sees someone else is already there, perhaps with the same plan as he. This is another stranger, another man taller than he (it seems almost everyone here is). He has had only good experiences with the locals thus far, so he calls out ahead: "Hello!" and waves with the hand holding the partially eaten apple. He doesn't quite notice the creature on the man's shoulder until he's much nearer. Or, rather — he notices it, but he doesn't notice what it is.
Then his eyes go wide and he hesitates, whatever he was about to say momentarily forgotten, as he stares at the dragon. It is a dragon? Or at least, the word he finds for it is dragon, though he's not sure he's ever met anyone with such a thing perched on their shoulder before. Just when he thinks he's getting the hang of things here...
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
