S E I J I
The light spills in from everywhere, it seems. In around the edges of the covered Rathskeller windows, under the doors — insistent. Inviting. Seiji is not among the first to go out and greet it. He lingers in the tavern a little while, watching the people mill past, wondering if Kiada is safe up in the infirmary. If she sees this. If he should find her. But she is grown, and probably in better hands than his.
Eventually, he makes his way out into the night, only to find it ablaze. After so long indoors, Seiji lifts a hand to shield his eyes, blinking against the onslaught of light. It's as if the sun has settled down upon the streets of the settlement. But gradually, his eyes adjust, and he can make out the shape of the bird, the crowd gathered around it. "Spark Bird," he thinks aloud, a smile growing on his features.
Seiji recognizes a few faces in the crowd, but he approaches none of them. Instead, he is content merely to join the people gathered, his features soft with joy. Anyone looking closely might also see exhaustion written into his expression, as well. Longnight has indeed been long, and sleep scarce. This explains his silence, and the slight strain to his expression, as well. Seiji blinks up at the spark bird, at the people around him, and breathes freely for the first time in several days. "Thank you," he murmurs, though he doubts the bird can hear.
The light spills in from everywhere, it seems. In around the edges of the covered Rathskeller windows, under the doors — insistent. Inviting. Seiji is not among the first to go out and greet it. He lingers in the tavern a little while, watching the people mill past, wondering if Kiada is safe up in the infirmary. If she sees this. If he should find her. But she is grown, and probably in better hands than his.
Eventually, he makes his way out into the night, only to find it ablaze. After so long indoors, Seiji lifts a hand to shield his eyes, blinking against the onslaught of light. It's as if the sun has settled down upon the streets of the settlement. But gradually, his eyes adjust, and he can make out the shape of the bird, the crowd gathered around it. "Spark Bird," he thinks aloud, a smile growing on his features.
Seiji recognizes a few faces in the crowd, but he approaches none of them. Instead, he is content merely to join the people gathered, his features soft with joy. Anyone looking closely might also see exhaustion written into his expression, as well. Longnight has indeed been long, and sleep scarce. This explains his silence, and the slight strain to his expression, as well. Seiji blinks up at the spark bird, at the people around him, and breathes freely for the first time in several days. "Thank you," he murmurs, though he doubts the bird can hear.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
