Fall on me with open arms. Fall on me from where you are
The apple soured in her mouth. Carefully setting the half-eaten fruit aside, Seren made herself chew carefully and swallow down the last bite. She knew of the incident Aisha referred to. In broad strokes, at least. An Ascended dying... it must be the Penumbra she was speaking of. Possibly.
"I am sorry, about your friend," she replied slowly, and looked up at Aisha with genuine sadness in her gaze. "I... know it might not matter much, in the grand scheme of things, but I do not hate the Ascended. Or the Voice." It was true that she was biased against them in general, but none she had actually met were bad people. "My mother... Safrin does, though. I do not know exactly why. But it is a sentiment that is not likely to fade or change, and... it will lead to extreme measures. As we have seen." There was no apology in her tone as the spoke, just as there had been no softness in Aisha. That the topic in general troubled her was apparent, but... Safrin's daughter was not making excuses for her goddess. Or distancing herself from the Lady of Stars.
"I want to hope that this war will not happen. I want to think it will be swift and over soon if it still does come. But I fear that would be too naive, even for me. And I fear it will be impossible for me to stay on the sidelines... considering who my parents are. Who I am."
Raking dark hair away from her face, Seren sighed and tried to smile at Aisha, but her lips trembled and the cheerful facade could not entirely hide the trepidation she felt at the prospect. She was not violent, and wanted to hurt no one. "Do you think we can still be friends? Despite ... everything?"
"I am sorry, about your friend," she replied slowly, and looked up at Aisha with genuine sadness in her gaze. "I... know it might not matter much, in the grand scheme of things, but I do not hate the Ascended. Or the Voice." It was true that she was biased against them in general, but none she had actually met were bad people. "My mother... Safrin does, though. I do not know exactly why. But it is a sentiment that is not likely to fade or change, and... it will lead to extreme measures. As we have seen." There was no apology in her tone as the spoke, just as there had been no softness in Aisha. That the topic in general troubled her was apparent, but... Safrin's daughter was not making excuses for her goddess. Or distancing herself from the Lady of Stars.
"I want to hope that this war will not happen. I want to think it will be swift and over soon if it still does come. But I fear that would be too naive, even for me. And I fear it will be impossible for me to stay on the sidelines... considering who my parents are. Who I am."
Raking dark hair away from her face, Seren sighed and tried to smile at Aisha, but her lips trembled and the cheerful facade could not entirely hide the trepidation she felt at the prospect. She was not violent, and wanted to hurt no one. "Do you think we can still be friends? Despite ... everything?"
Seren
