The Pinnacle
This is like before. It is also... not. No joyous gathering streaming as one up the slopes. No sense of wonder, or of awe. If Seiji arrives late, he means no disrespect. But uncertainty goes to war in his chest, clashing against loneliness. Against hope. So he arrives with slow steps, his dark eyes cautious and perhaps a little dim to those who know him. He seeks none of them out; he reaches the edge of the gathering, not a group of one mind this time but a coalescing scattering of strangers, and there he stills. As he did at the meeting in Halyven: a soft, dark presence. His eyes pick out Kiada's golden shape and he almost approaches her, but she approaches another, a mare with a coat so similar to hers, and Seiji stills. He spies Roscorro, but he glances quickly away, their conversation on the beach too fresh. Better to find only strangers... Yet he remains. He does not flee as he did from Halyven. He isn't sure just what he wants here, or why he has come, but he lingers. His eyes lift to trace the stranger features of the guardian. It appears peaceful, maybe happy. Could it know the answers he seeks? Could any of them, here...? He scans the gathering once more, reproach and desperation aching in his heart. I should not, he thinks, but months of wandering begin to take their toll. He misses the warmth of companionship. He longs for the certainty of his old life, of knowing who he was and what he wanted. Here.... He does not belong here. Seiji If you only listen with your ears I can't get in |
ooc// I hope I'm not too late. If I am the guardian can smack him on the nose ;D
> Receive a personalized Rift Presence encounter, giving you either of the three above choices
> mutations yes
