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 would never have guessed. Getting this man to talk was not that different from prying out teeth, and Seren had a hard time picturing Deimos coming over for a heartfelt talk. But perhaps that was the sort of thing that became easier and more likely with time; she had to remind herself that this was only the second time they crossed paths. It felt much longer.
It was not her place to be proud over someone else's decisions, but Deimos' statement that he wasn't going to stay on his knees - nor run headlong into other impulsive catastrophes - still made Safrin's daughter smile. Patting his shoulder again, she stepped back and tucked her hands into deep coat pockets.
"That's good to know. For what it's worth, I'm rooting for you. I hope good things will come your way." Her grin became a little awkward - the words were mushy and too close to blessings of a kind she would never dare pass out, her mother's child or not.
She was actually grateful when he turned the topic to more somber things again; following his gaze towards the buried unicorn, Seren nodded.
"Yes. Until I can speak to Hotaru and find out what she would like for him," she replied. "I don't know where to find her, though... Not even sure where to send letters." A quick glance up at the Sword contained a question; did he know? Could he offer some clue as to the whereabouts of his friend?
It was not her place to be proud over someone else's decisions, but Deimos' statement that he wasn't going to stay on his knees - nor run headlong into other impulsive catastrophes - still made Safrin's daughter smile. Patting his shoulder again, she stepped back and tucked her hands into deep coat pockets.
"That's good to know. For what it's worth, I'm rooting for you. I hope good things will come your way." Her grin became a little awkward - the words were mushy and too close to blessings of a kind she would never dare pass out, her mother's child or not.
She was actually grateful when he turned the topic to more somber things again; following his gaze towards the buried unicorn, Seren nodded.
"Yes. Until I can speak to Hotaru and find out what she would like for him," she replied. "I don't know where to find her, though... Not even sure where to send letters." A quick glance up at the Sword contained a question; did he know? Could he offer some clue as to the whereabouts of his friend?
Seren
