This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
Glancing up from the bloody, oozy wound to catch the melancholy expression on his face, Seren bit her cheek and bowed her head back, perhaps a little too quickly. He was very perceptive. Perhaps a little too much so.
"It reminds me of the stars," she said softly. "The times I spent with mother... and the first months with father too, I suppose. This isle... might be the closest I'll ever get to having both in the same space." The sea and the stars. Infinity and something solid to place her feet upon. In a way, this secluded realm perfectly illustrated the duality within her. Mortal and divine. Goddess, and human.
Maybe it seemed lonely because she was.
"What was your homeland like?" she asked, in an attempt to change the subject. Finding no more debris to pick out of his hand, she washed it clean and reach for some gauze to wipe off blood and water. When it came time for the needle and thread... she hesitated. Bit her lip.
"Maybe... show me how, for one or two stiches? Then I can try the rest." Hopefully. She usually was a quick learner, but this was intimidating. Harper was not a doll or torn shirt in need of mending.
"It reminds me of the stars," she said softly. "The times I spent with mother... and the first months with father too, I suppose. This isle... might be the closest I'll ever get to having both in the same space." The sea and the stars. Infinity and something solid to place her feet upon. In a way, this secluded realm perfectly illustrated the duality within her. Mortal and divine. Goddess, and human.
Maybe it seemed lonely because she was.
"What was your homeland like?" she asked, in an attempt to change the subject. Finding no more debris to pick out of his hand, she washed it clean and reach for some gauze to wipe off blood and water. When it came time for the needle and thread... she hesitated. Bit her lip.
"Maybe... show me how, for one or two stiches? Then I can try the rest." Hopefully. She usually was a quick learner, but this was intimidating. Harper was not a doll or torn shirt in need of mending.
Seren
