Seren
"Yes," came the confirmation. Aurelia, Arbiter, now ruler and Fireheart. Unicorn slayer, recipient of a soul-bonded's rage onto the brink of death, yet revived and ressurected before Mort could claim her. A precarious situation, and Seren blamed neither women for being distrustful of the other. But there came a point where she would have to look beyond personal grudges. This mission... was such a time.
"I will talk to Ru. Aurelia doesn't have to come within eyesight of the Citadel, and father will be there too... and no one has to be friends or hold hands. Just put up with one another long enough to do what we came for. I wouldn't even consider her, if I thought there was any other fire mage available of her strength that was also loyal to Mother. Now that Morgan is no longer an option..." She shrugged, and raised a brow to Deimos. To hear complaints or considerations, if he had alternatives to offer. "Unless of course you think you'd be able to break open the Sea of Glass all by yourself." Her tone was light, mildly teasing; half a question, too. Could he? Would he be enough on his own? Seren would believe him if he claimed so, because the Sword knew his own strength best.
Pausing in her shots to admire the havoc he wrought amidst the deranged pumpkin patch, Seren felt the frustrations of the situation build up. Even here, even now when she was supposed to be letting loose and blowing off steam did she keep mulling over these never ending problems.
Fingers tightened around the grip of the bow, squeezing until the limbs ached. The pain felt good. Better than the helplessness. On an impulse, the girl tucked away her precious new weapon into shadowed realms and starry islands, and launched herself abruptly down the slope. New wolves shimmered into being by her sides as she skidded and stumbled off towards the gourds, overcome by the need to erupt.
"I. HATE. POLITICS!" she screeched, and kicked a gourd with all her strength. Not a lot, granted, but enough to send it flying. "I hate being ignorant! and weak and ToO YOuNg to UnDErsTanD!" Burning now, seething and boiling over with all the accumulated frustrations of a season's chaos, she took it out on the poor pumpkins. Dipping down, she snatched up a gnashing, snarling squash and smashed it with everything she had into another. They broke apart with a hollow sort of 'bonk' that sent fruit meat and juices flying every which way.
"Everyone should just get the fuck along! Is that so hard?"
A sharp pain stabbed through her ankle: a tiny gourd the size of her balled up fist had snuck past the guardian wolves, and had lodged itself onto her leg. Letting out a foul curse worthy of the roughest Torchline sailor, Seren shook it off and stomped it into the ground.
Some guiding star she was.
"I will talk to Ru. Aurelia doesn't have to come within eyesight of the Citadel, and father will be there too... and no one has to be friends or hold hands. Just put up with one another long enough to do what we came for. I wouldn't even consider her, if I thought there was any other fire mage available of her strength that was also loyal to Mother. Now that Morgan is no longer an option..." She shrugged, and raised a brow to Deimos. To hear complaints or considerations, if he had alternatives to offer. "Unless of course you think you'd be able to break open the Sea of Glass all by yourself." Her tone was light, mildly teasing; half a question, too. Could he? Would he be enough on his own? Seren would believe him if he claimed so, because the Sword knew his own strength best.
Pausing in her shots to admire the havoc he wrought amidst the deranged pumpkin patch, Seren felt the frustrations of the situation build up. Even here, even now when she was supposed to be letting loose and blowing off steam did she keep mulling over these never ending problems.
Fingers tightened around the grip of the bow, squeezing until the limbs ached. The pain felt good. Better than the helplessness. On an impulse, the girl tucked away her precious new weapon into shadowed realms and starry islands, and launched herself abruptly down the slope. New wolves shimmered into being by her sides as she skidded and stumbled off towards the gourds, overcome by the need to erupt.
"I. HATE. POLITICS!" she screeched, and kicked a gourd with all her strength. Not a lot, granted, but enough to send it flying. "I hate being ignorant! and weak and ToO YOuNg to UnDErsTanD!" Burning now, seething and boiling over with all the accumulated frustrations of a season's chaos, she took it out on the poor pumpkins. Dipping down, she snatched up a gnashing, snarling squash and smashed it with everything she had into another. They broke apart with a hollow sort of 'bonk' that sent fruit meat and juices flying every which way.
"Everyone should just get the fuck along! Is that so hard?"
A sharp pain stabbed through her ankle: a tiny gourd the size of her balled up fist had snuck past the guardian wolves, and had lodged itself onto her leg. Letting out a foul curse worthy of the roughest Torchline sailor, Seren shook it off and stomped it into the ground.
Some guiding star she was.
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
