Seren
Sunlight blazed down from a clear sky by the time Seren left Aisha and the guildhall. The uncharacteristic drizzle of rain had left pockmarks all along the streets and made the footing precarious. Yet despite that, there were people milling about everywhere. To Seren it was still biting and cold in the air, but she saw children playing without coats, and women sat lined up on benches along the street as she walked by, laughing and sunning themselves with blouses unlaced. There were rolled up sleeves, hatless faces and everywhere she looked there were smiles and a cheerfulness that was infectuous.
Finding herself in a similarly good mood, she lingered outside and roamed the small town in search of something to do. A glistening structure of ice looming over the rooftops caught her attention, and with more curiosity than caution Seren approached it. Awed, she craned her neck and absorbed the damages done to this enchanted castle-looking building. What had happened to it? Why hadn't people repaired it? It seemed so wasteful, to let something so beautiful just wither away.
Crouching down by the side of a gate, she started shifting snow into a pile. Building and carving, Seren attempted to replicate the structure ahead.
Finding herself in a similarly good mood, she lingered outside and roamed the small town in search of something to do. A glistening structure of ice looming over the rooftops caught her attention, and with more curiosity than caution Seren approached it. Awed, she craned her neck and absorbed the damages done to this enchanted castle-looking building. What had happened to it? Why hadn't people repaired it? It seemed so wasteful, to let something so beautiful just wither away.
Crouching down by the side of a gate, she started shifting snow into a pile. Building and carving, Seren attempted to replicate the structure ahead.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
