Hey, starchild, are you listening?
On a sunny afternoon where a brisk wind chased the heat-haze from the sky, a girl and her dragon approached an alchemist's shop with the intent to make a house call. They came bearing gifts; one box of treats, another with the sort of various impersonal toys one might offer a child you didn't actually know, and a bouquet of flowers to top it all off tucked beneath an arm. The flowers were already wilting, because Seren was oblivious to the fine art of planning purchases in advance, and had spontaneoulsy pounced on the florist shop the first thing she did.
In fact, this whole visit was improvised. Belatedly, as she shuffled the burdens about and tried to open the door to the Mortar and Pestle, she wondered if she should have sent a note. Or told her father that she wanted to visit. But the idea of them not actually being home or having time for her was quickly punted aside.
"Hello? Anyone home?" she called out cheerfully, while shunting her parcels off onto a counter. Curious scents greeted her, of herbs and chemicals and things she did not have the words for. Umbra's piercing trills joined in with her voice, calling for Sugar to come and play.
Humming with anticipation - picturing looks on their faces they would no doubt have at this most unexpected surprise - Seren looked about the shop, hands behind her back. It was tempting to touch all the shiny bits and baubles, but making a mess or inadvertently causing something to explode was not on her to-do-list.
In fact, this whole visit was improvised. Belatedly, as she shuffled the burdens about and tried to open the door to the Mortar and Pestle, she wondered if she should have sent a note. Or told her father that she wanted to visit. But the idea of them not actually being home or having time for her was quickly punted aside.
"Hello? Anyone home?" she called out cheerfully, while shunting her parcels off onto a counter. Curious scents greeted her, of herbs and chemicals and things she did not have the words for. Umbra's piercing trills joined in with her voice, calling for Sugar to come and play.
Humming with anticipation - picturing looks on their faces they would no doubt have at this most unexpected surprise - Seren looked about the shop, hands behind her back. It was tempting to touch all the shiny bits and baubles, but making a mess or inadvertently causing something to explode was not on her to-do-list.
Seren
