S E I J I
Isla. Has he heard that name before? It strikes a spark of recognition, but Seiji cannot be sure of why. Perhaps someone he knew in the past? Unable to place it, he lets the idea go, and nods instead. "I was returning home before I saw you. I didn't notice night coming, at first. Safer together, I think." He smiles, glad to hear she was thinking the same thing he was.
"Not very far," Seiji answers her question. "Just a small house down there." He gestures toward the buildings in the distance, though of course he can't see Kiada's particular home from there. Unhappy to linger out in the dark, he begins to walk in that direction as he speaks, but soon pauses, something near his foot catching his eye.
A downed branch: relatively straight and a little longer than his forearm. It looks as though it fell some time ago — the bark is cracked and dry, though crusted with ice on the underside. Seiji pauses just long enough to pick it up before continuing on, lifting the branch to examine it by the moonlight. He's been nursing an idea for the past several days, and he thinks this looks as good a way as any to begin acting. He carries the stick loosely in his free hand as they draw nearer the town.
Isla. Has he heard that name before? It strikes a spark of recognition, but Seiji cannot be sure of why. Perhaps someone he knew in the past? Unable to place it, he lets the idea go, and nods instead. "I was returning home before I saw you. I didn't notice night coming, at first. Safer together, I think." He smiles, glad to hear she was thinking the same thing he was.
"Not very far," Seiji answers her question. "Just a small house down there." He gestures toward the buildings in the distance, though of course he can't see Kiada's particular home from there. Unhappy to linger out in the dark, he begins to walk in that direction as he speaks, but soon pauses, something near his foot catching his eye.
A downed branch: relatively straight and a little longer than his forearm. It looks as though it fell some time ago — the bark is cracked and dry, though crusted with ice on the underside. Seiji pauses just long enough to pick it up before continuing on, lifting the branch to examine it by the moonlight. He's been nursing an idea for the past several days, and he thinks this looks as good a way as any to begin acting. He carries the stick loosely in his free hand as they draw nearer the town.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
