Seren
Pain. She had not expected there to be so much pain. Everything was aching. Every muscle and joint from head to toe felt as though it had been set on fire, and no amount of gravitational manipulation could prevent the slight limp in her step as she made her laborious way down the corridor. The shoes on her feet were heavy as starwhales. A whole pod of them. She had not expected the shoes either, though Seren knew she ought to have predicted that part. Blisters and sores were theoretically less of a bother than cutting up the soles of her feet on jagged rocks, or having her toes crushed while lifting heavy objects, but knowing that did little to ease her discomfort.
Upon reaching an intersection in the hallway, the dark-haired young woman paused and gazed uncertainly down first one direction, then the other. The mess hall and the infirmary lay on opposite ends, if she recalled correctly, and it seemed an impossible choice to make. Especially considering that she was loathe to walk more than absolutely necessary for the rest of the evening. A disgruntled rumble from her stomach soon brought an end to the debate, and with a slight grimace Seren turned left and made her way towards the food.
A buzz of voices grew louder as she approached, and upon reaching the dining hall she hovered entranced, slightly overwhelmed by the sheer mass of bodies crammed together in one place. Talking, laughing, milling between rows of tables or busily devouring their meals, there was a lot to take in. It was the scent of dinner that finally drew her inside, and as she moved towards the stack of trays Seren tried her best to look confident. Head high, shoulders back - though she was sure every one of the people in there could see just how much of a green rookie she actually was.
They were not wrong.
Upon reaching an intersection in the hallway, the dark-haired young woman paused and gazed uncertainly down first one direction, then the other. The mess hall and the infirmary lay on opposite ends, if she recalled correctly, and it seemed an impossible choice to make. Especially considering that she was loathe to walk more than absolutely necessary for the rest of the evening. A disgruntled rumble from her stomach soon brought an end to the debate, and with a slight grimace Seren turned left and made her way towards the food.
A buzz of voices grew louder as she approached, and upon reaching the dining hall she hovered entranced, slightly overwhelmed by the sheer mass of bodies crammed together in one place. Talking, laughing, milling between rows of tables or busily devouring their meals, there was a lot to take in. It was the scent of dinner that finally drew her inside, and as she moved towards the stack of trays Seren tried her best to look confident. Head high, shoulders back - though she was sure every one of the people in there could see just how much of a green rookie she actually was.
They were not wrong.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
