Seren
"Yeah, I heard it. Eight seasons... It sounds too long, and not very long at all, doesn't it." Less than two years, if they were lucky. For Seren, a season was an eternity, but when looking back at all the things she had done, and not accomplished in the span of Longheat, her stomach knotted painfully. So much to learn, so many things to do still... It was not enough.
At least one thing was progressing steadily however. It was gratifying to hear that Deimos had not changed his mind, and she smiled back at him, returning musings about treasure and adventure with eager anticipation. "I might have an idea for another person to come along... as soon as I've talked to them, and sorted things out with dad and your new Wardens, we'll be good to go. Sometime this season, I hope." Or she would have to wait a very long time, which... was not ideal.
As golden light shimmered and twisted between the man's hands, Seren turned away from doomed plants and watched. Wonder and delight softened the blue in her eyes into something warm; the weapon he created was lovely, and even more so the magic he wielded with such ease. Almost reverently the starborn girl accepted the gift, and let her hands run over the smooth surface of handle and limbs to get a feel for the bow. Her bow, now.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, speaking around a sudden lump in the throat as fingertips brushed over small stars inlaid into pale wood. "Thank you."
Slinging the quiver across her shoulders, Seren drew an arrow and knocked it to the string. The pull of the bow was supple and smooth, as if warmed by sunshine and good oil; easy to ply, easier still to loose. The first arrow from a new weapon should have gone astray, by common logic. Unfamiliar, unknown - yet by some luck hers found its target like it had been meant to be there all along. A baffled laugh slipped from her - then she reached for another arrow, and sent her wolves down into the gorge to chomp and gnash and wage their own war against any who tried to approach the star-touched slayers on the hill.
"Oh, this is fun," she laughed. "Are they... really edible?"
At least one thing was progressing steadily however. It was gratifying to hear that Deimos had not changed his mind, and she smiled back at him, returning musings about treasure and adventure with eager anticipation. "I might have an idea for another person to come along... as soon as I've talked to them, and sorted things out with dad and your new Wardens, we'll be good to go. Sometime this season, I hope." Or she would have to wait a very long time, which... was not ideal.
As golden light shimmered and twisted between the man's hands, Seren turned away from doomed plants and watched. Wonder and delight softened the blue in her eyes into something warm; the weapon he created was lovely, and even more so the magic he wielded with such ease. Almost reverently the starborn girl accepted the gift, and let her hands run over the smooth surface of handle and limbs to get a feel for the bow. Her bow, now.
"It's beautiful," she murmured, speaking around a sudden lump in the throat as fingertips brushed over small stars inlaid into pale wood. "Thank you."
Slinging the quiver across her shoulders, Seren drew an arrow and knocked it to the string. The pull of the bow was supple and smooth, as if warmed by sunshine and good oil; easy to ply, easier still to loose. The first arrow from a new weapon should have gone astray, by common logic. Unfamiliar, unknown - yet by some luck hers found its target like it had been meant to be there all along. A baffled laugh slipped from her - then she reached for another arrow, and sent her wolves down into the gorge to chomp and gnash and wage their own war against any who tried to approach the star-touched slayers on the hill.
"Oh, this is fun," she laughed. "Are they... really edible?"
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
