You have so much of everything but still you wanted more
Close? Were they, really? "Tha- I - I don't know about that," she stammered, color creeping onto her face as Maeve's comment on crushes and liking immediately resurfaced and tied her stomach into an anxious knot around the breakfast. "I barely know him, really. He's fun, but... I - yeah. I'll ask. And let you know." Feeling like she was tangling herself hopelessly and just making things worse, she buried her face in the cup of cocoa to keep herself from talking anymore. Seren knew her father's wink was about the fire making, but it just made the color in her face darken even more. Surely he was teasing her anyway, in some roundabout way. She just knew it.
At least the pride on his face was gratifying. Peering up over the rim, the beaming look on Ronin's face paired with the praise drew out a smile, equal parts modest and preening. "Remember my critters? They can heal now, too. And I've expanded a bit on the gravity pulse - I can hover in the air now, quite high up." Come to think of it, she barely spoke of her gifts when he was around. Or displayed them much. Extending a hand, Seren let a flutter of swallowtail butterflies coalesce, pale winged and gleaming with starlight as they danced over the table. When one came in to land on Ronin's nose, its velvet wings beat a few times, spreading a soothing glow that might ease away any minor bruises or fatigue he carried.
"It's no dragon," she offered with a faint smile, "but I rather like it."
At least the pride on his face was gratifying. Peering up over the rim, the beaming look on Ronin's face paired with the praise drew out a smile, equal parts modest and preening. "Remember my critters? They can heal now, too. And I've expanded a bit on the gravity pulse - I can hover in the air now, quite high up." Come to think of it, she barely spoke of her gifts when he was around. Or displayed them much. Extending a hand, Seren let a flutter of swallowtail butterflies coalesce, pale winged and gleaming with starlight as they danced over the table. When one came in to land on Ronin's nose, its velvet wings beat a few times, spreading a soothing glow that might ease away any minor bruises or fatigue he carried.
"It's no dragon," she offered with a faint smile, "but I rather like it."
Seren
