[say]"It would be,"[/say] she agreed, her own thoughts diverging in the same directions as Melita. Maybe if she littered by the docks long enough, something might happen...
It was tempting to take the easy way out. Merely turning to Ray and the promised lessons, and keep ignoring the problem glaring her in the eye. But Nate would not simply disappear with the setting sun - and Seren had a rather compelling reason to at least try speaking to him.
[say]"No, I have to talk to him,"[/say] she decided, jaw working to undo some tension that was already building up. [say]"I have still not seen my sister... We are going to have to speak at some point, medicine aside."[/say] Even though he had promised to teach her, once. Even though her mother would frown upon it. Even though all the skies were crashing down and Torchline was the last place she wanted to linger in when it broke out.
Squaring her shoulders with a bit of a sigh, Seren looked out over the sands to see what had become of the companions. She found Umbra happily chasing after the pumpkins trailing vines, as though he was a cat rather than a dragon; he seemed to have forgotten all about winning races.
Airhead.
It was tempting to take the easy way out. Merely turning to Ray and the promised lessons, and keep ignoring the problem glaring her in the eye. But Nate would not simply disappear with the setting sun - and Seren had a rather compelling reason to at least try speaking to him.
[say]"No, I have to talk to him,"[/say] she decided, jaw working to undo some tension that was already building up. [say]"I have still not seen my sister... We are going to have to speak at some point, medicine aside."[/say] Even though he had promised to teach her, once. Even though her mother would frown upon it. Even though all the skies were crashing down and Torchline was the last place she wanted to linger in when it broke out.
Squaring her shoulders with a bit of a sigh, Seren looked out over the sands to see what had become of the companions. She found Umbra happily chasing after the pumpkins trailing vines, as though he was a cat rather than a dragon; he seemed to have forgotten all about winning races.
Airhead.
