Seren
"If you say so." She laughed at his response like it had been a joke, oblivous to any emotions that might be brewing beneath the man's surface. All that was on her mind was the promised relief from aching muscles and fatigue, and the unexpected fortune of meeting a nice person. That Locke might be sticking near so that she could lean on him didn't even occur to the young demi-god; despite her slight limp she made no move to try and rely on him. Instead she was busy looking around, memorizing doors and counting hallways so she might remember which way to go, if she ever had to find her way back.
Obediently waiting outside once they reached their destination, Seren tried to sneak a peek of the room beyond. Was he a neat person? A messy kind of guy? There was a limit to how much you could spread out in the barracks of course, but still... Unfortunately he returned before she was able to figure anything out, and Seren tried her best to arrange her face so that the curiosity wouldn't shine through too much.
"Oh, that sounds nice! I can't wait to - Hang on. Did you say Maeve?" Having reached for the tin, she paused in mid motion as the name he spoke registered. "Dark haired, green eyed and pretty, from Torchline? That Maeve?" Tucking a coil of raven-dark hair behind an ear, she tried not to get her hopes up. Maybe it wasn't that uncommon a name. Maybe it wasn't the same person. That would be too much of a coincidence, right?
Obediently waiting outside once they reached their destination, Seren tried to sneak a peek of the room beyond. Was he a neat person? A messy kind of guy? There was a limit to how much you could spread out in the barracks of course, but still... Unfortunately he returned before she was able to figure anything out, and Seren tried her best to arrange her face so that the curiosity wouldn't shine through too much.
"Oh, that sounds nice! I can't wait to - Hang on. Did you say Maeve?" Having reached for the tin, she paused in mid motion as the name he spoke registered. "Dark haired, green eyed and pretty, from Torchline? That Maeve?" Tucking a coil of raven-dark hair behind an ear, she tried not to get her hopes up. Maybe it wasn't that uncommon a name. Maybe it wasn't the same person. That would be too much of a coincidence, right?
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
