Hey, starchild, are you listening?
Beginning to regret this topic for conversation, as the good mood was steadily dying under tension and unease, Seren slowly set her plate aside. It was a shame on the cake, but at least she had eaten most of her piece already... and the rest could always be saved for later.
"I was there when it happened," she murmured, both wanting to know and wishing she could just forget the whole ordeal. "The unicorn that died... It belonged to Hotaru. Sunjata's... former wife, right?" It was not proof, but Maeve's reaction and Aurelia's words had painted a picture that lent itself to doubt. And since she had yet to be entrusted with such secretsbecause what are timelines it was all too easy to believe she knew what really went down that night.
Swallowing even harder when Remi's attention was turned on her more fully, Seren wished he could have agreed with her. Not this. Did she want to hear this? But the question was on her tongue already, and not asking would be the same as looking away from a truth she could almost already see. Ask, ask, ask... Her lips felt numb.
They have before. "What do you mean?"
"I was there when it happened," she murmured, both wanting to know and wishing she could just forget the whole ordeal. "The unicorn that died... It belonged to Hotaru. Sunjata's... former wife, right?" It was not proof, but Maeve's reaction and Aurelia's words had painted a picture that lent itself to doubt. And since she had yet to be entrusted with such secrets
Swallowing even harder when Remi's attention was turned on her more fully, Seren wished he could have agreed with her. Not this. Did she want to hear this? But the question was on her tongue already, and not asking would be the same as looking away from a truth she could almost already see. Ask, ask, ask... Her lips felt numb.
They have before. "What do you mean?"
Seren
