Seren
The years had never had much of a hold on Seren. She was young and old in equal measure, having grown up much too quickly and seen far too much in that brief time. But she wasn't floundering as much anymore, and perhaps that was why she could listen with such serene patience while Hadama slowly put words to his new existence. And what she heard made her smile, soft and with understanding.
"You have been remade, in a sense, so it's no wonder. It will come back, eventually." Sending the stone back a final time, she let herself fall backwards into the sand. Gazing up at the stars that blazed overhead, she reached a hand up as if to pluck one down - but she knew that even should she leap into the sky, they would forever be just out of reach. "The mistake most people make is looking at the stars and say how peaceful they are. They see the soft light and the constancy of them, and don't realize that what they see is only a distant echo of a wholly different reality." Rolling her head aside so she could see Hadama, for once her expression had grown solemn; almost serious. "A star is really no different from the sun. They are a million trillion - no countless - furnaces that all burn in their own way. Some explode, some burn out and fade like a whisper. Some collapse in on themselves and turn into dark, heavy things that swallow everything around them. No two stars are the same, though they may seem like it from a distance - and the only thing they have in common is that they burn. Hot, fierce, and passionate. Like Mother."
Which is to say, it might take some getting used to.
"You have been remade, in a sense, so it's no wonder. It will come back, eventually." Sending the stone back a final time, she let herself fall backwards into the sand. Gazing up at the stars that blazed overhead, she reached a hand up as if to pluck one down - but she knew that even should she leap into the sky, they would forever be just out of reach. "The mistake most people make is looking at the stars and say how peaceful they are. They see the soft light and the constancy of them, and don't realize that what they see is only a distant echo of a wholly different reality." Rolling her head aside so she could see Hadama, for once her expression had grown solemn; almost serious. "A star is really no different from the sun. They are a million trillion - no countless - furnaces that all burn in their own way. Some explode, some burn out and fade like a whisper. Some collapse in on themselves and turn into dark, heavy things that swallow everything around them. No two stars are the same, though they may seem like it from a distance - and the only thing they have in common is that they burn. Hot, fierce, and passionate. Like Mother."
Which is to say, it might take some getting used to.
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
