[ It's that question uttered by an almost familiar voice that draws deep violet eyes from pink and red petals and sees them turn sharply, curiously in searching for -- for a nearby stranger, actually, hand shielding his eyes as he turns to leave only to pause for some reason, a hand pressed to his head. And where the stranger pauses, Setsura steps toward him, slipping seamlessly through the people between them until she lifts and tips her oil-paper umbrella over the top of his head to shade him.
He has more than a couple of inches on her, after all, not that that's the only detail she's noticed. White hair, red eyes, pale skin -- his appearance is striking even before one takes into consideration his outfit, which is a far cry from any natives' concept of modern apparel. The bandages are a curious touch and those holsters -- they're something she simply notes and quiets her curiosity about for the moment, but not something over which she pauses or hesitates. ]
The sun is pretty strong today, isn't it? Are you alright?
Hanami
He has more than a couple of inches on her, after all, not that that's the only detail she's noticed. White hair, red eyes, pale skin -- his appearance is striking even before one takes into consideration his outfit, which is a far cry from any natives' concept of modern apparel. The bandages are a curious touch and those holsters -- they're something she simply notes and quiets her curiosity about for the moment, but not something over which she pauses or hesitates. ]
The sun is pretty strong today, isn't it? Are you alright?