He nodded slowly, taking her words and turning them around in his thoughts to see how they fit with what he was learning of the bright-eyed young demigoddess. "Hope," he echoed, finding the word sweet on his tongue. He watched her as her juggling ended and then began again, the rhythm unexpectedly soothing even when it was broken.
"A joyful burden. But not an easy one to embody," he said slowly, putting his feelings into words with the careful precision of a typesetter. He sat in silent contemplation for long moments before he spoke again, his voice a respectful rumble that blended with the quiet wash of surf upon the hidden shore. "May I ask what it is like? Being the child of a god?" All of the demigods he had met so far had been human once, and the memories of that mortality remained deep in their bones. Seren had a different experience however; a different viewpoint that might provide insight into Hadama's own purpose when Safrin had left him to discover it on his own.
"A joyful burden. But not an easy one to embody," he said slowly, putting his feelings into words with the careful precision of a typesetter. He sat in silent contemplation for long moments before he spoke again, his voice a respectful rumble that blended with the quiet wash of surf upon the hidden shore. "May I ask what it is like? Being the child of a god?" All of the demigods he had met so far had been human once, and the memories of that mortality remained deep in their bones. Seren had a different experience however; a different viewpoint that might provide insight into Hadama's own purpose when Safrin had left him to discover it on his own.
