A man with many secrets, but that didn't bother her at all. Because isn't she the same? It's true every single time she remembers, she tells him. But there are things she keeps to herself too. Setsura didn't say a word anymore and closed her eyes. For now, just leave things the way they are now.
.....
Dragon Hall
Events like this made her feel nauseous. She isn't the social type. Only an hour had passed since she arrived here, yes, only a whole hour. But Setsura already wanted to go home. Or rather what's with this crowd of people? Even though there is music, nobody is dancing. After a few more greetings, Setsura slipped away onto the balcony. The surrounding air was crisp and rich. It felt natural; perhaps it was due to the flowers decorating the veranda.
Setsura took a seat and stretched her legs out and removed her shoes. Seeing the red blisters, she sighed. Her feet were sore, after all.
"Setsura."
