We can be the kings and queens of anything, if we believe.
Seren had not forgotten about her promise to come visit Ray. As soon as a moment was offered, she slipped through her brand new, shiny portal and emerged into the sprawl of a Torchline afternoon. It was growing late in the afternoon and the billowing heat of the day had burned off every last cloud in the sky, so that even the angled rays of sun beat down upon her like gilded hammers.
It was a relief to duck into the shop. The shadowed interior was cool compared to the street, and the tang of herbs that filled the air much more pleasant than the smoke from the perpetual bonfires along the beaches.
"Hello!" the young woman called over the clanking of the bell as the door fell shut behind her. Dressed lightly in a pale summer dress, with the dark hair spilled loose over thin shoulders - and barefoot as always - she looked the part of a Torcher, born and bred. Though... perhaps a little soft around the edges, still. Her blue eyes were only happy and curious as she looked around.
It was a relief to duck into the shop. The shadowed interior was cool compared to the street, and the tang of herbs that filled the air much more pleasant than the smoke from the perpetual bonfires along the beaches.
"Hello!" the young woman called over the clanking of the bell as the door fell shut behind her. Dressed lightly in a pale summer dress, with the dark hair spilled loose over thin shoulders - and barefoot as always - she looked the part of a Torcher, born and bred. Though... perhaps a little soft around the edges, still. Her blue eyes were only happy and curious as she looked around.
Seren
