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
Warmth flooded to her cheeks at the remark, and Seren beamed at the woman. To be likened to Safrin was perhaps the best compliment she had ever received, and it was all she could do not to giggle and twist in place like a little girl.
"Thank you," she breathed, unable to stop smiling like a complete idiot.
Umbra responded to the mental contact with widening eyes and a soft croon. Pleased with the praise, he sent images back. Of ocean and sky, blue overlapping with blue overlapping with blue until the color deepened so much that it could no longer grow darker. Blue enough for midnight, and little pinpricks of starlight to shine bright.
The girl shot a smile at her dragon, before turning her attention to the playful song woven with the starwhale. She could easily lose herself in it, and spend hours humming back and forth... it was with some reluctance she interrupted the choire to answer Amalia.
"Hm, a little overwhelming," she admitted, offering nothing but honesty. "I meant to become a Dragoon at first, and be a soldier like dad. But there is so much to see and do, and so many people to meet, and I just can't seem to stay in one place for very long without becoming restless." Admiring the trail of stars left in Jyoti's wake, Seren remembered something she had been meaning to talk to this person about.
"Father said I should talk to you. We look grown up, but there's so much to learn still. For both of us. He said you might teach me about fighting... without killing someone?" Glancing over a touch shyly, there was hope and anticipation bobbing in the blue surf of her gaze.
"Thank you," she breathed, unable to stop smiling like a complete idiot.
Umbra responded to the mental contact with widening eyes and a soft croon. Pleased with the praise, he sent images back. Of ocean and sky, blue overlapping with blue overlapping with blue until the color deepened so much that it could no longer grow darker. Blue enough for midnight, and little pinpricks of starlight to shine bright.
The girl shot a smile at her dragon, before turning her attention to the playful song woven with the starwhale. She could easily lose herself in it, and spend hours humming back and forth... it was with some reluctance she interrupted the choire to answer Amalia.
"Hm, a little overwhelming," she admitted, offering nothing but honesty. "I meant to become a Dragoon at first, and be a soldier like dad. But there is so much to see and do, and so many people to meet, and I just can't seem to stay in one place for very long without becoming restless." Admiring the trail of stars left in Jyoti's wake, Seren remembered something she had been meaning to talk to this person about.
"Father said I should talk to you. We look grown up, but there's so much to learn still. For both of us. He said you might teach me about fighting... without killing someone?" Glancing over a touch shyly, there was hope and anticipation bobbing in the blue surf of her gaze.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
