I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
The admission gave her pause. The taking of a life - no matter how small - was no trivial matter to Seren. Her first encounter with The Worm as it was speared on Saiden's fish hook was proof of that. And yet, living things died around her all the time. Plants and animals, the food she ate, humans and creatures - all around her there was dying, for every reason beneath the stars. Yet, there was birthing too. Surviving, and thriving, all in a beautiful flow she only barely understood.
Gazing up at Sunjata, she tried to fit his image into that flow. Someone had hurt him, so he hurt them back. As a result, the person no longer lived. It was... if not proportional, then at least appropriate. "I see. Are you free of him now, then?" she asked. Unaware of the extent of the burdens Shaju had placed on his son. Unable to even begin to understand. Her father was kind, and loving.
"It would be good if they did. When do you think you'll be able to come?" Thinking of visits and laughing children was easier, and Seren was only too happy to focus on that. "We should have the skyport repaired any time now." Rising, she looked around the beach. Driftwood and seaweed was everywhere, but they belonged. The nail-ridden planks bobbing in the surf did not, so she went to retrieve it. Doing something was good. Working helped her process emotions; there had been a lot of them lately.
Gazing up at Sunjata, she tried to fit his image into that flow. Someone had hurt him, so he hurt them back. As a result, the person no longer lived. It was... if not proportional, then at least appropriate. "I see. Are you free of him now, then?" she asked. Unaware of the extent of the burdens Shaju had placed on his son. Unable to even begin to understand. Her father was kind, and loving.
"It would be good if they did. When do you think you'll be able to come?" Thinking of visits and laughing children was easier, and Seren was only too happy to focus on that. "We should have the skyport repaired any time now." Rising, she looked around the beach. Driftwood and seaweed was everywhere, but they belonged. The nail-ridden planks bobbing in the surf did not, so she went to retrieve it. Doing something was good. Working helped her process emotions; there had been a lot of them lately.
Seren
