Seren
A veil of starfilled night flowed over her limbs as Seren stepped through a fold in the fabric of reality. Light on her feet and quiet as a whisper, she carried a sculpture of a dancing woman in her hands. It was far from perfect. Some of the proportions were off, and the clay had not fired properly. A crack ran up the single leg that supported the entire figure, chipping away at the glaze so that she looked scarred and awkward. But there was something in the expression of it, the way the dancer held her head and spread her arms out, that made her mesmerizing despite - or perhaps because of - the flaws.
The starchild cast a cursory look around the room and jumped slightly when she realized she was not alone. Raven curls danced about her shoulders as she turned towards the man by the window, and blue eyes widened with rueful apology.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she blurted, "I did not mean to disturb you." She clutched her offering to her chest, as though it was a doll that might bolster her courage. "I can come back later, if you wish - "
Coming and going as she pleased was a fundamental aspect of Safrin's daughter, after all. She would not mind.
The starchild cast a cursory look around the room and jumped slightly when she realized she was not alone. Raven curls danced about her shoulders as she turned towards the man by the window, and blue eyes widened with rueful apology.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" she blurted, "I did not mean to disturb you." She clutched her offering to her chest, as though it was a doll that might bolster her courage. "I can come back later, if you wish - "
Coming and going as she pleased was a fundamental aspect of Safrin's daughter, after all. She would not mind.
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
