SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
"A bit older, yeah. But not as much as I should be," Seren acknowledged. "To sisters!" Accepting the glass she raised it in turn and tapped the rim against Flora's, leaving a silvery tone humming in the air between them. Sipping tentatively, the wine was cool and sweet on her tongue, bringing to mind a number of things that Seren could barely place. Fruits, flowers, something barely remembered - she sipped again and smiled, pleased with the sensation.
"Your bar must be amazing if this is only 'drinkable'," she laughed. "What made you decide to do that?"
Finding a bench for them, she sat down and patted the wood next to her in case Flora wanted to get off her feet. A salty breeze kept tousling her hair, but it didn't seem to bother the starchild; she merely smiled and watched as people milled back and forth, sometimes stopping to buy drinks and sometimes slipping away down towards the beach, to melt into the shadows between bonfires and torches. It felt good to be there. Felt good to be home again, with sand beneath her feet and ocean music in her ears.
"Your bar must be amazing if this is only 'drinkable'," she laughed. "What made you decide to do that?"
Finding a bench for them, she sat down and patted the wood next to her in case Flora wanted to get off her feet. A salty breeze kept tousling her hair, but it didn't seem to bother the starchild; she merely smiled and watched as people milled back and forth, sometimes stopping to buy drinks and sometimes slipping away down towards the beach, to melt into the shadows between bonfires and torches. It felt good to be there. Felt good to be home again, with sand beneath her feet and ocean music in her ears.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
