If you're caught in the shadow then turn around
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
'Cause I'm here to guide you home
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
'Cause I'm here to guide you home
She'd had an uncle? An actual uncle, not just surrogate ones, called thus because anything else would be too complicated. A smile spread over her face, happy and sad at the same time - she would never get to know him. Bastion. Had he been anything like Ronin?
"Do you miss him? And your parents?" she asked, and came padding over to slip an arm about his back. Soft, quiet, apologetic if her questions brought up old pains.
Aoife she knew about, indeed. Seren had cried for her, when she was younger and less able to understand what it meant to be dead. When Leafchange came, she would be making lanterns for the sister, in the hopes of meeting her just once, before the end.
Satisfied to know there were no other blood ties hidden away, Seren pursed her lips and thought about all the other things she had been meaning to ask.
"Have you... ever met the Voice? Actually talked to her?" came a tentative question.
Deimos name was approved, and Seren filed it away for later should the opportunity arise to ask the General. Aurelia's name was left in the air, and Seren was admittedly undecided. "It was when the Slagveld burned," she elaborated, sure that her father already knew about that event. "The unicorn was guarding the door, and.. well... it was attacked. To make it move." Frowning, Seren looked down at her feet. Remembering her scalded palms, searing flames, the stench of singed hair.
"Do you miss him? And your parents?" she asked, and came padding over to slip an arm about his back. Soft, quiet, apologetic if her questions brought up old pains.
Aoife she knew about, indeed. Seren had cried for her, when she was younger and less able to understand what it meant to be dead. When Leafchange came, she would be making lanterns for the sister, in the hopes of meeting her just once, before the end.
Satisfied to know there were no other blood ties hidden away, Seren pursed her lips and thought about all the other things she had been meaning to ask.
"Have you... ever met the Voice? Actually talked to her?" came a tentative question.
Deimos name was approved, and Seren filed it away for later should the opportunity arise to ask the General. Aurelia's name was left in the air, and Seren was admittedly undecided. "It was when the Slagveld burned," she elaborated, sure that her father already knew about that event. "The unicorn was guarding the door, and.. well... it was attacked. To make it move." Frowning, Seren looked down at her feet. Remembering her scalded palms, searing flames, the stench of singed hair.
Seren
