SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Stormbreak had not changed since she left. Seren frowned at the thought, and counted off the days since she had her father had left for Halo, as she strolled along the docks where skyships lay anchored. She was shocked to find it was only a rough week she had been gone. So much had happened that it felt much longer, not to mention that she had once again grown too independent in her time away. The shouting voices of trainers and officers still rang in her ears, accented in the rhythmic cadence of local tongue. Not for the first time she questioned whether the soldier's life was truly for her.
A boot was already chafing sores onto her heel, unaccustomed to such constricting garb. Seren stopped and slumped down onto the docks, to let her legs dangle out over the edge while she undid the laces. One by one the boots came off, accompanied by one relieved sigh each.
As she looked around to see where her dragon had gone off to, Seren caught sight of a tumble of blonde hair that was curiously familiar. Umbra had marched straight up towards her, his silver-colored eyes looming wide and curious - like little moons against a midnight blue backdrop of scales.
Reaching up a hand, waving her boot back and forth to catch the woman's attention she called out a cheerful, "Hello, you! It's been a while, hasn't it?" Almost a season had passed since they last met, and Seren still didn't know this person's name.
A boot was already chafing sores onto her heel, unaccustomed to such constricting garb. Seren stopped and slumped down onto the docks, to let her legs dangle out over the edge while she undid the laces. One by one the boots came off, accompanied by one relieved sigh each.
As she looked around to see where her dragon had gone off to, Seren caught sight of a tumble of blonde hair that was curiously familiar. Umbra had marched straight up towards her, his silver-colored eyes looming wide and curious - like little moons against a midnight blue backdrop of scales.
Reaching up a hand, waving her boot back and forth to catch the woman's attention she called out a cheerful, "Hello, you! It's been a while, hasn't it?" Almost a season had passed since they last met, and Seren still didn't know this person's name.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
