Dark hair for catching the wind, not to veil the sight of a cold world
Bundled up against the ever present cold, Seren stood anonymous and unobtrusive amidst the crowd. Subdued and unusually quiet for being her, she watched the proceedings without speaking. This was a Halo affair, and for all that she had helped to bring about this change, it was to remain a well kept secret. Only three people knew that she had been present in the Palace that day... and they had convinced her that it was better to keep it that way. For her sake, for safety - and while it seemed reasonable enough, it still left her with an uneasy sensation at the pit of her stomach.
Only half listening, her attention was drawn in anew when a familiar voice spoke up. Sah's expression was difficult to read, and his question and concerns were quite valid. Balling up her hands into fists in the depths of her pockets, the young demi-goddess turned her gaze back to Hotaru and Noah, to hear what they had to say.
Letters only just received and read crunched in her grasp - she was itching to leave, very much feeling the need for her presence elsewhere. But she would stay for this. Just a few moments longer.
Only half listening, her attention was drawn in anew when a familiar voice spoke up. Sah's expression was difficult to read, and his question and concerns were quite valid. Balling up her hands into fists in the depths of her pockets, the young demi-goddess turned her gaze back to Hotaru and Noah, to hear what they had to say.
Letters only just received and read crunched in her grasp - she was itching to leave, very much feeling the need for her presence elsewhere. But she would stay for this. Just a few moments longer.
Seren
