Isra walked casually to the door out onto the balcony, his violet eyes looking skyward at the visage of the full moon rising and filling the cloudless night. He leaned against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest, looking out over Eden City as lights began to come on all over. The wind shifted slightly and carried to him the scent of peaches and cherry blossoms, and female excitement. His violet eyes grew wide, knowing those scents anywhere, and his body stiffened slightly as he felt the full unshielded female auras of both Tarifa and Aihola hit him like a truck from their room.