[It is very like Beatrix to simply keep to herself. Normal. She’s certainly done it for more than a few years of her life. In light of the circumstances of all she (and others) have been through, this sort of isolation may not necessarily be surprising. For all she gets locked into herself, however, she remains an observant woman. Even she knows when she stops seeing people, even in passing, that there’s something more at work.
She hasn’t seen Yujin around for a while either. It isn’t hard to put the pieces together. And when she really starts understanding that she never bothered to process Zidane’s departure, she can only hope that Susato has the time to do so. Or, at the very least, a worthy distraction.
And though she doesn’t really make it a habit to eat out anywhere, she can think of no better place to find Susato than the Wild Harvest. Perhaps the dog park, in hindsight, except given recent events, perhaps that isn’t the place to visit either. For all of them, it has likely been difficult to move forward in their own respective ways.
On an afternoon that seems very ordinary, Beatrix makes her way into the Wild Harvest, taking a moment to assess the inside.]
Susato?
[In hand, she’s clutching something and for once, it doesn’t seem to be her sword. In fact, she’s not carrying her sword on her at all today. Or her sword belt. Or her armour. She has, in fact, dressed down.]
C - Post Noctstace & Dream
She hasn’t seen Yujin around for a while either. It isn’t hard to put the pieces together. And when she really starts understanding that she never bothered to process Zidane’s departure, she can only hope that Susato has the time to do so. Or, at the very least, a worthy distraction.
And though she doesn’t really make it a habit to eat out anywhere, she can think of no better place to find Susato than the Wild Harvest. Perhaps the dog park, in hindsight, except given recent events, perhaps that isn’t the place to visit either. For all of them, it has likely been difficult to move forward in their own respective ways.
On an afternoon that seems very ordinary, Beatrix makes her way into the Wild Harvest, taking a moment to assess the inside.]
Susato?
[In hand, she’s clutching something and for once, it doesn’t seem to be her sword. In fact, she’s not carrying her sword on her at all today. Or her sword belt. Or her armour. She has, in fact, dressed down.]