Oh, empty my heart
Celestine twilight faded slowly as she left the gardens. Seren blinked against the bright sunlight that replaced it and raised a slender hand to shield her eyes as she looked around. There was a look of hunger and excitement about her that did not fade even though only unfamiliar sights greeted her. It was undeniable that she was lost. Already, mere minutes after stepping away from her mother's protective guidance. A soft smile touched her lips; she could think of no better way to learn more about this place.
Picking a direction at random, the young woman started off down a street at a leisurely pace. With bare feet and unencumbered by anything save the plain white dress on her back she stood out against the crowd, and faced curious passersby with wide smiles. It felt so good to be walking again. To breathe, feel the sun on her skin and the wind tousle her hair. The air carried familiar scents of salt and sea, and with the murmur of voices all around Seren was comfortably reminded of Torchline, of Haulani and the places she remembered from her childhood. But the people were dressed differently here. And the buildings were not at all the colorful jumble she was accustomed to - they stood far taller here, and grander in many ways.
Knowing that they were made all by hand only deepened her sense of awe, and as Seren reached an intersection she paused and leaned her head back, to look up and up at the towering structures. Laughing delightedly to herself, and oblivious to any others walking about, whose path she might be blocking.
Picking a direction at random, the young woman started off down a street at a leisurely pace. With bare feet and unencumbered by anything save the plain white dress on her back she stood out against the crowd, and faced curious passersby with wide smiles. It felt so good to be walking again. To breathe, feel the sun on her skin and the wind tousle her hair. The air carried familiar scents of salt and sea, and with the murmur of voices all around Seren was comfortably reminded of Torchline, of Haulani and the places she remembered from her childhood. But the people were dressed differently here. And the buildings were not at all the colorful jumble she was accustomed to - they stood far taller here, and grander in many ways.
Knowing that they were made all by hand only deepened her sense of awe, and as Seren reached an intersection she paused and leaned her head back, to look up and up at the towering structures. Laughing delightedly to herself, and oblivious to any others walking about, whose path she might be blocking.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
