Seren
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Way to start off with a complicated question. Seren blinked, and looked down over herself. Hesitated, considered, rifled through her memories in search for an answer. "Maybe... nine?" she suggested, with great hesitation as she assessed her own body. It seemed about right, compared to other childrenin Torchline. "Mama took me to daddy when it was Leafchange. I was smaller then," she added, in case that helped. Truth was, Seren didn't quite operate according to the same time as most others. Something in the way she had been born - breathed into existence ny her mother's will - had yet to fully be realized, and her age was oddly fluid. Prone to drastic change.
"Mama told me some stories, but she only said The Voice is bad, not so much why. Do you like mama?"
It did not escape her that Wessex avoided the question, and Seren was not about to let it go. Not yet.
"Mama told me some stories, but she only said The Voice is bad, not so much why. Do you like mama?"
It did not escape her that Wessex avoided the question, and Seren was not about to let it go. Not yet.
Come with the night the science of fighting
The forces of gravity
The forces of gravity
