Seren
Deimos was full of good suggestions today. Do the difficult things. Write stuff down. Eat pumpkins, and spend more time with that one friend. Seren glanced at him, bemused for all that she was grateful for the advice. He was starting to sound very much like her father. Or maybe some helpful uncle - the thought was not unpleasant. "Maybe I will," she replied. "Did... did it help? Punching him in the nose, I mean."
Maybe she should be shocked or appalled, but Deimos' amusement made it seem like an almost friendly thing to do. Meet, greet, punch in the face... She was tempted to ask why, but was afraid of evoking the same kind of tension as before. Unwilling to trigger some more emotional hand mines.
Finally turning her attention back to the landscape, Seren spotted a smooth-looking trail that led up on an elevation. Indicating it with a gesture, she took point and began to scale it. Eager to get a bit more of an overlook over the region - perhaps something interesting could be found from there. More than rocks and occasional bursts of steam.
Maybe she should be shocked or appalled, but Deimos' amusement made it seem like an almost friendly thing to do. Meet, greet, punch in the face... She was tempted to ask why, but was afraid of evoking the same kind of tension as before. Unwilling to trigger some more emotional hand mines.
Finally turning her attention back to the landscape, Seren spotted a smooth-looking trail that led up on an elevation. Indicating it with a gesture, she took point and began to scale it. Eager to get a bit more of an overlook over the region - perhaps something interesting could be found from there. More than rocks and occasional bursts of steam.
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
