Even when there is no star in sight, you'll always be my only guiding light
She stepped from thin air, from a shimmering void, from nothingness into the warm Torchline evening. The step from Halo to this tropical paradise was alike a punch in the gut, and before she even had reached the door to the living section of the Halenani, Seren was drenched in sweat.
Uncaring of the heavy furs, still glittering with frost (soon melted, only so much water) she barged in with a tense, worried look about her. Asking for Maeve, she was escorted to a sitting room and told to sit, have some tea, the Madame would be with her shortly.
Seren did not sit. Worry gnawed at her insides, the letters having only managed to feed that fire of concern (so many, so anxious and pleading it ripped her heart out that she had not known) and she kept pacing the room up and down, while peeling off heavy furs and thick gloves. Uncaring if anyone saw her shove them into her pocket realm, and heedless of anyone before her friend arrived.
Uncaring of the heavy furs, still glittering with frost (soon melted, only so much water) she barged in with a tense, worried look about her. Asking for Maeve, she was escorted to a sitting room and told to sit, have some tea, the Madame would be with her shortly.
Seren did not sit. Worry gnawed at her insides, the letters having only managed to feed that fire of concern (so many, so anxious and pleading it ripped her heart out that she had not known) and she kept pacing the room up and down, while peeling off heavy furs and thick gloves. Uncaring if anyone saw her shove them into her pocket realm, and heedless of anyone before her friend arrived.
Seren
