Seren
The implication that she sought to inspire joy in others for her own satisfaction made Seren grimace. It was probably true. No less easy to hear, but... if that was a selfish desire, then she hoped it might count among the lesser sins. At least it brought some good to everyone?
As for the rest, it offered no real answers. Indications, glimmers of light that might lead to a hundred different paths - it made her head spin with possibility, somewhat overwhelming. But it was better than her constant doubts. Heartening too, that Deimos thought her capable of even attempting to fill such a mantle. Safrin's daughter... who was she? Time and time again, Seren got the feeling that she had yet to only scratch the surface of what it meant to be who she was.
"Dad said something similar, right after I came back here," she murmured, stomping sticky gourd off her shoes. "That I should find something beyond duty... Though I'm not sure what that would be." Speculative, she followed his gaze down at the pumpkins. There were still some left down there, alive and trying in vain to roll up the slope towards them. But the herd had definitely been culled, and Seren allowed herself a small smirk in satisfaction. She had really gone off there... and it had felt good. "I like fighting," she admitted. "Training, even more. I like seeing new things, too, and meeting people for the first time. Learning, and teaching, and... I really enjoy seeing others laugh and be happy. And magic - it's beautiful, I could watch you weave it all day!" The ice, the wind, the dancing flames and his golden creations, the exhilaration of hiding under a cloak in the knowledge that eyes would simply slide off - it was thrilling, and she adored it.
"What makes you happy?" Whether Deimos believed himself good at this or not, the conversation was certainly helping her. While not exactly gleeful, her chest felt lighter and Seren seemed to breathe easier even in the perpetual smog of the Crust. The way she looked up at him was brighter too, and there was no prying in the question. Only mild curiosity - what lay beyond smashing pumpkins, weapon making and training soldiers?
As for the rest, it offered no real answers. Indications, glimmers of light that might lead to a hundred different paths - it made her head spin with possibility, somewhat overwhelming. But it was better than her constant doubts. Heartening too, that Deimos thought her capable of even attempting to fill such a mantle. Safrin's daughter... who was she? Time and time again, Seren got the feeling that she had yet to only scratch the surface of what it meant to be who she was.
"Dad said something similar, right after I came back here," she murmured, stomping sticky gourd off her shoes. "That I should find something beyond duty... Though I'm not sure what that would be." Speculative, she followed his gaze down at the pumpkins. There were still some left down there, alive and trying in vain to roll up the slope towards them. But the herd had definitely been culled, and Seren allowed herself a small smirk in satisfaction. She had really gone off there... and it had felt good. "I like fighting," she admitted. "Training, even more. I like seeing new things, too, and meeting people for the first time. Learning, and teaching, and... I really enjoy seeing others laugh and be happy. And magic - it's beautiful, I could watch you weave it all day!" The ice, the wind, the dancing flames and his golden creations, the exhilaration of hiding under a cloak in the knowledge that eyes would simply slide off - it was thrilling, and she adored it.
"What makes you happy?" Whether Deimos believed himself good at this or not, the conversation was certainly helping her. While not exactly gleeful, her chest felt lighter and Seren seemed to breathe easier even in the perpetual smog of the Crust. The way she looked up at him was brighter too, and there was no prying in the question. Only mild curiosity - what lay beyond smashing pumpkins, weapon making and training soldiers?
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
