Seren
I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Destined to seek, destined to know
Destined to seek, destined to know
Seren admired the scar with proper awe, and looked to her own hands. They were small and smooth and unmarred, holding neither callous nor scrape. Not really fighting hands. Weaver was right, she would have to grow bigger first.
"After Deepfrost," she repeated, like a vow, and took the pinky in hers, swaying it back and forth and laughing happily.
With her feet back on the ground, Seren took Weaver's hand and led the way towards the path. It was a ways to go, and she had a grand time pointing out interesting features along the way. There was a rock where she had buried a treasure, that dip in the ground filled with water when it rained, and that tuft of grass had really pretty flowers that she picked for her father.
"And that one is for my sister Aoife," she said, pointing to a white stone, surrounded with blooming flowers. Seashells and other little gifts littered the ground around it.
"After Deepfrost," she repeated, like a vow, and took the pinky in hers, swaying it back and forth and laughing happily.
With her feet back on the ground, Seren took Weaver's hand and led the way towards the path. It was a ways to go, and she had a grand time pointing out interesting features along the way. There was a rock where she had buried a treasure, that dip in the ground filled with water when it rained, and that tuft of grass had really pretty flowers that she picked for her father.
"And that one is for my sister Aoife," she said, pointing to a white stone, surrounded with blooming flowers. Seashells and other little gifts littered the ground around it.
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to reign, destined to roam
Destined to reign, destined to roam
