Seren
Like a mirage the tree emerged out of the haze, rippling and unreal. Efter baking in the merciless sunlight, any amount of shade or greenery would be a welcome sight, and yet she couldn't have dreamed up a sight more comforting than this.
Made light enough by her gifts that her dragon could easily carry her across the dessert, Seren gasped in delight upon seeing the tree. Unbidden, as curious as his bonded, Umbra altered his course with the starchild dangling from his claws. Entering the shade beneath the vast boughs was like sinking into a lake, the air such clear, refreshing comfort that she felt goosebumps break out across her skin.
Dropping down enough so that she could clamber onto a branch as wide as a footpath, Seren spent some time simply gazing in wonder at the magnificent lifeform. When she moved, it was to examine one of the speed pods more closely. Touching one, it came off into her hand; the made sure to tuck it into a real pocket and not into her pocket space, so that the viability of the seeds would not be damaged.
"I will plant it somewhere beautiful," she murmured in sweet reassurance, resting her palm against the trunk.
She lingered for a long time, content to rest and take comfort in the safety of the treetop; and when she was ready to move on, it was with a sense of renewed hope.
Made light enough by her gifts that her dragon could easily carry her across the dessert, Seren gasped in delight upon seeing the tree. Unbidden, as curious as his bonded, Umbra altered his course with the starchild dangling from his claws. Entering the shade beneath the vast boughs was like sinking into a lake, the air such clear, refreshing comfort that she felt goosebumps break out across her skin.
Dropping down enough so that she could clamber onto a branch as wide as a footpath, Seren spent some time simply gazing in wonder at the magnificent lifeform. When she moved, it was to examine one of the speed pods more closely. Touching one, it came off into her hand; the made sure to tuck it into a real pocket and not into her pocket space, so that the viability of the seeds would not be damaged.
"I will plant it somewhere beautiful," she murmured in sweet reassurance, resting her palm against the trunk.
She lingered for a long time, content to rest and take comfort in the safety of the treetop; and when she was ready to move on, it was with a sense of renewed hope.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
