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
His laughter, however brief, was a victory in her eyes. The young woman beamed back at Deimos for the brief moment that it lasted, and settled into herself with renewed confidence when the sunlight faded back into clouds. This was enough. It was a lovely start.
Regarding the entombed companion, Seren was surprised to realize that its bonded human was so close. "Oh, I had no idea," she admitted, not without relief. "I'll see if I can find her, then. It would be good for me too, to..." Her gesture towards the heaped up sand and the horn was a little helpless; this was the kind of burdens that might drag her down. Corpses unburied, family unaccounted for, and death invading her most private realm. Not tainting it, certainly not, but it was very difficult to relax when there were literal skeletons buried on her island.
On that note, Seren looked around. The pocket realm looked exactly the same as it had, which made it impossible to say how much time had passed. But something tugging at her soul from somewhere far off made her think of hunger and the sun arcing across the sky, and restless wings growing weary of circling around the plains.
"Let me know when you are ready to head back," she offered. There was no hurry, of course, but Deimos probably had his own tasks to attend to.
Regarding the entombed companion, Seren was surprised to realize that its bonded human was so close. "Oh, I had no idea," she admitted, not without relief. "I'll see if I can find her, then. It would be good for me too, to..." Her gesture towards the heaped up sand and the horn was a little helpless; this was the kind of burdens that might drag her down. Corpses unburied, family unaccounted for, and death invading her most private realm. Not tainting it, certainly not, but it was very difficult to relax when there were literal skeletons buried on her island.
On that note, Seren looked around. The pocket realm looked exactly the same as it had, which made it impossible to say how much time had passed. But something tugging at her soul from somewhere far off made her think of hunger and the sun arcing across the sky, and restless wings growing weary of circling around the plains.
"Let me know when you are ready to head back," she offered. There was no hurry, of course, but Deimos probably had his own tasks to attend to.
Seren
