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
Folding her legs up under herself as though she was sitting on a comfortable cushion rather than bobbing about in mid air, Seren looked so at home that this might as well have been a living room to her. If the layers of clothing chosen for a colder climate bothered her it did not show; temperature did not seem to matter here. It was neither warm nor cold, and despite the rolling waves there was no wind to stir the sands.
"Yes," she answered again about her growing hoard, laughter glimmering behind her words. "You never know when something might come in handy, right?" Most of the things had been given to her, or collected from beaches and coastlines. Other items might be more borrowed than given. Quills and scraps of parchment, a ribbon to tie the hair back with, or a small pocket knife; all tucked away to be returned later, and promptly forgotten.
Reaching down for something in the sand, Seren tumbled head over heel to fish up a book. After righting herself back into that lazy recline, she brushed a layer of fine dust away from the cover. An instruction on map-making; she flipped through the pages before letting it drop back onto the island.
"What kind of tricks do you have? Do you enjoy your magic?" Clearly she was enjoying hers; enveloped by it, drowning in it, swimming along on enchanted currents without a care in the world.
"Yes," she answered again about her growing hoard, laughter glimmering behind her words. "You never know when something might come in handy, right?" Most of the things had been given to her, or collected from beaches and coastlines. Other items might be more borrowed than given. Quills and scraps of parchment, a ribbon to tie the hair back with, or a small pocket knife; all tucked away to be returned later, and promptly forgotten.
Reaching down for something in the sand, Seren tumbled head over heel to fish up a book. After righting herself back into that lazy recline, she brushed a layer of fine dust away from the cover. An instruction on map-making; she flipped through the pages before letting it drop back onto the island.
"What kind of tricks do you have? Do you enjoy your magic?" Clearly she was enjoying hers; enveloped by it, drowning in it, swimming along on enchanted currents without a care in the world.
Seren
