Seren
Winter never left Halo. Even when the rest of the world began to warm, this part of Caido remained huddled in on itself, bracing against shuddering snowstorms and long evenings where darkness seemed unending. Contrast it to Torchline, and it was no wonder that Seren forgot how cold it really was. She had slipped from her island in little more than a long-sleeved dress and a pair of cloth shoes, figuring it wouldn't be that bad... but the moment a gust of wind sent flurries of powdery snow up against her legs she hastily changed her mind and pulled out a heavy duty coat like an afterthought. It helped a bit, but not enough to let her drag her feet as she began to roam through the Snowcloak in search of a house she had been to only once before. The odds that Sah would actually be at home were slim, but that was part of the fun. It had been a spur of the moment decision to come here, and showing up unannounced would give her the chance to surprise him.
She liked surprising Sah. The way his eyes became round and boyish was almost as delightful as the way he sometimes blushed when looking at her, and lately she had been missing that.
Fortunately for her, Seren found her memory to be quite reliable. She did knock on the wrong door once, but the matronly woman that opened - with a gaggle of children underfoot, clinging to her skirts and gaping wide eyed at the freckled stranger - was kind enough to steer her on the right path. A little while later she rapped her knuckles against a sturdy looking front door and skipped back a few steps, unable to remain still. Party because she was shivering from top to toe. And partly because, well... she might see her friend again in just a moment. If that wasn't cause for excitement, she didn't know anything that was.
She liked surprising Sah. The way his eyes became round and boyish was almost as delightful as the way he sometimes blushed when looking at her, and lately she had been missing that.
Fortunately for her, Seren found her memory to be quite reliable. She did knock on the wrong door once, but the matronly woman that opened - with a gaggle of children underfoot, clinging to her skirts and gaping wide eyed at the freckled stranger - was kind enough to steer her on the right path. A little while later she rapped her knuckles against a sturdy looking front door and skipped back a few steps, unable to remain still. Party because she was shivering from top to toe. And partly because, well... she might see her friend again in just a moment. If that wasn't cause for excitement, she didn't know anything that was.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
