Seren
The hand over hers was big and warm, and not the least bit frightening. The gesture moved her, and she nodded. "Thank you, Locke. That means a lot." Drawing a breath, the girl let out a sigh and relaxed. Settling in her seat, she pulled the feet up beneath herself, reflecting over her luck. Would it always be this pleasant and comforting to be uncomfortable? Everyone she met were kind and understanding, so full of warmth and compassion. It was inconcievable that evil could exist in a world so rife with gentle souls.
Not entirely sure why Locke was laughing - the starchild had been completely serious in her offer - she was nevertheless pleased to have drawn such a reaction from the man. It was satisfying to hear, a pleasant sound that filled the air. Change? Why would she ever want to change, if the Seren of this moment could bring joy to a friend? "I'll do what I can to avoid it," she jested cheerfully, even knowing how impossible a thing it was to avoid. "You are what you eat, they say, so I know exactly how to stay sweet." The cookies on the tray would not be long for this world, if the greedy eyes she cast on them was any indication.
Perking up at the promise of a story, she nodded eagerly. "Yes please. What kind of story is it?" Wriggling about until she was more lying than sitting in the armchair, she dragged dark hair away from the face and awarded Locke with her full attention. There was a catlike quality about her, so very comfortable - like she could stay there for days without ever becoming restless.
Not entirely sure why Locke was laughing - the starchild had been completely serious in her offer - she was nevertheless pleased to have drawn such a reaction from the man. It was satisfying to hear, a pleasant sound that filled the air. Change? Why would she ever want to change, if the Seren of this moment could bring joy to a friend? "I'll do what I can to avoid it," she jested cheerfully, even knowing how impossible a thing it was to avoid. "You are what you eat, they say, so I know exactly how to stay sweet." The cookies on the tray would not be long for this world, if the greedy eyes she cast on them was any indication.
Perking up at the promise of a story, she nodded eagerly. "Yes please. What kind of story is it?" Wriggling about until she was more lying than sitting in the armchair, she dragged dark hair away from the face and awarded Locke with her full attention. There was a catlike quality about her, so very comfortable - like she could stay there for days without ever becoming restless.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
