[ She can never tell when and where she is needed next, only that from one moment to another, barely even the blink of an eye or the beginning of a breath, Setsuna finds herself at whichever ( wherever, whenever ) destination Fate decrees she must be.
She is staring at what she recognizes immediately is a door -- open, welcoming -- and the sounds of the world fill her ears. There is laughter and chatter and when her bearings finally catch up, the slightest twinge in her heart as her vision focuses on the sight of Aidan Clayce and Riley Falner, both men seated at a familiar long and otherwise vacated table, engaged in casual conversation.
It hurts. It always does. To stand apart, held back by the ban that keeps her from her loved ones. It is a thing that she has been learning ( has learned, she is as quick a study as she has ever been, and in the long-run, it is all the better ) to accept, to watch in silence; ever separate.
She isn't sure how long she stands there, watching, a small smile finally coming to her lips as she takes in the sight of two of her comrades; but then there is a tug on the not-wholly-just metaphorical strings and she turns around to acknowledge the presence of the one who can see her--
--only to be surprised that it is not just the American boy, the Sin-Eater, Joshua LaRue who is gaping at her in stunned surprise ( first at the sight of a woman dressed in the kimono that she is; but shortly after, because of her eyes, that unmistakable shade of violet that proclaims her a Shinta.
The rest of the people milling about have gone silent as well, and it is only then that it finally dawns on her that it is not just the boy who sees her -- because they all do. ]
Unexpected Arrivals.
She is staring at what she recognizes immediately is a door -- open, welcoming -- and the sounds of the world fill her ears. There is laughter and chatter and when her bearings finally catch up, the slightest twinge in her heart as her vision focuses on the sight of Aidan Clayce and Riley Falner, both men seated at a familiar long and otherwise vacated table, engaged in casual conversation.
It hurts. It always does. To stand apart, held back by the ban that keeps her from her loved ones. It is a thing that she has been learning ( has learned, she is as quick a study as she has ever been, and in the long-run, it is all the better ) to accept, to watch in silence; ever separate.
She isn't sure how long she stands there, watching, a small smile finally coming to her lips as she takes in the sight of two of her comrades; but then there is a tug on the not-wholly-just metaphorical strings and she turns around to acknowledge the presence of the one who can see her--
--only to be surprised that it is not just the American boy, the Sin-Eater, Joshua LaRue who is gaping at her in stunned surprise ( first at the sight of a woman dressed in the kimono that she is; but shortly after, because of her eyes, that unmistakable shade of violet that proclaims her a Shinta.
The rest of the people milling about have gone silent as well, and it is only then that it finally dawns on her that it is not just the boy who sees her -- because they all do. ]
O-oh, [ the sound of surprise seems oddly apt.
This has... never happened before. ]