A familiar voice raises Seiji’s attention from the book. At once, he looks up, his dark eyes alight with recognition and joy. “Jigano!” he grins. “I am glad to see you, too!” Though to Seiji’s knowledge they have only met the once, that fateful night in the woods, he remembers Jigano’s knowledge and kindness fondly. Seiji himself is much better company now, bright-eyed and energetic, brimming with questions. He hopes Jigano has not tired of answering them.
“I had to wait until after Longnight to visit this place,” Seiji says, his eyes skating across the dusty vault. “But I like it. It feels… peaceful. I think I have been somewhere like this before.” His tone softens over the contours of memory, wistful now, until his gaze returns to Jigano and he flashes a quick, sheepish smile. “I came here to find the Loreseekers,” he explains, “Do you know of them?”
Some movement in periphery catches his attention then, furtive and soft. Seiji is just a little slower to recognize Amalia’s long fall of golden hair, not quite as unique as Jigano’s stark white. When he does, though, he smiles, mirroring her expression, and lifts a hand to wave, cradling the book safely against his chest with the other.
“I had to wait until after Longnight to visit this place,” Seiji says, his eyes skating across the dusty vault. “But I like it. It feels… peaceful. I think I have been somewhere like this before.” His tone softens over the contours of memory, wistful now, until his gaze returns to Jigano and he flashes a quick, sheepish smile. “I came here to find the Loreseekers,” he explains, “Do you know of them?”
Some movement in periphery catches his attention then, furtive and soft. Seiji is just a little slower to recognize Amalia’s long fall of golden hair, not quite as unique as Jigano’s stark white. When he does, though, he smiles, mirroring her expression, and lifts a hand to wave, cradling the book safely against his chest with the other.
