learn me right

Seren

The buildings were new. The people were new. Sounds and scents and the way sunlight broke through handblown glass in tall windows were all bombarding her senses as Seren made her way down from the barracks and out into the training field. The past day had been a blur of introductions, instructions and things to remember, while she was still getting her feet under herself - quite literally. Perhaps the most difficult part in the transition from her mother's realm was the sheer weight of standing in the mortal world. Being solid, physical, with earth under her feet and wind against her back and hair whipping this way and that - it took quite a lot of adjusting, and the young demigod had already realized that she was frightfully unprepared for this new life of hers.

A dragoon. She would become one. Her father had promised, and everything was already underway in preparation for the real training to begin, but before that Seren wanted to figure out her limits. Without anyone hovering over her, or yelling, and without a gaggle of onlookers to assess and judge her every move.

Yet, as she stood there at the edge of the range and struggled to tame her wild locks into a braid, the young woman admitted to herself that she had no idea where to even begin. Surreptitiously she glanced around to see if anyone else was nearby. Maybe if she could just watch and imitate, for a start...

It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough