We can be the kings and queens of anything, if we believe.
"Good to know," Seren laughed as she followed the woman upstairs. "Then I know where to go, next time I end up with a patient in need of stitches." Somewhere other than the Wren society. She made a point to avoid the owner of that place, lately.
With reverence, she watched the tin be filled with cookies. It was not small, nor was the cookies, and the starchild was very much her father's daughter when it came to food. The cookie she was given to sample was devoured with much humming and appreciative nodding, and when it was gone - it only took a moment - Seren was ready to die for this woman.
"I love you," she said reverently, by the time the tin was handed over. "Don't laugh, Ray, I mean it! I'm sold. Whatever you need, just give me a shout and I'll be right over. It's a promise."
It turns out - even demi-gods could be bought. For the right price.
- FIN
With reverence, she watched the tin be filled with cookies. It was not small, nor was the cookies, and the starchild was very much her father's daughter when it came to food. The cookie she was given to sample was devoured with much humming and appreciative nodding, and when it was gone - it only took a moment - Seren was ready to die for this woman.
"I love you," she said reverently, by the time the tin was handed over. "Don't laugh, Ray, I mean it! I'm sold. Whatever you need, just give me a shout and I'll be right over. It's a promise."
It turns out - even demi-gods could be bought. For the right price.
- FIN
Seren
