I'll leave my love hidden in the sun
Seren nodded. Agreeing, seeing his point and glad that he understood hers. Much as it would have been satisfying to rile and rage, they were too rational for that. Her wide gesturing was the most heated her arguments became, and when Deimos sank down onto his bench, Seren slumped down to sit on the graveled path before him. Just out of his line of sight, so he wouldn't have to look at her if he didn't feel like it.
"So it's a double problem, then," she summarized, softer and lighter in her tone. Hell bent on chewing this bone - she did not need rest - until Deimos grew tired of her or they found some kind of starting point. "You need to rebuild rapport with Torchline - they're the closest and strongest ally at the moment in terms of regions - and somehow we need to figure out a selling point for Halo. Because clearly the current one is not working as well as it should." Seren was developing quite the fondness for the place, but she had to admit that even she would not enjoy living in bitter cold every season of the year. Daughter of sand and sea as she was, raised in the tropical paradise of Torchline, the lack of greenery sometimes unsettled her.
Shrugging away the issue of easy communications - it was a problem of hers that would have to be solved at another time - Seren gazed up at her friend. The lines of wear in his face were a concern - but she felt the need to keep pushing him to think. If battles and invasions were not options... what else might be?
"My parents are overprotective," she remarked with a wry smile. "But while I did promise my mother that I would not make myself a martyr for others, she also encouraged me to go out and test my limits. To fight, bluntly put. And I've done that, and realized how far I have left to go before I can make a difference that way. If anything, using me in bargains would be far more productive than throwing me onto a battlefield." Leaning an elbow against her knee, Seren rested her chin in the upturned palm and let her eyes drift out over the flowerbeds. The serenity of Mourn remained undisturbed despite their argument, and she wished she could emulate the spirit of this place. Unflappable, impossible to disrupt.
"So... What's so good about Halo? Why do you want to live in eternal cold, surrounded by hoards of vicious predators?"
"So it's a double problem, then," she summarized, softer and lighter in her tone. Hell bent on chewing this bone - she did not need rest - until Deimos grew tired of her or they found some kind of starting point. "You need to rebuild rapport with Torchline - they're the closest and strongest ally at the moment in terms of regions - and somehow we need to figure out a selling point for Halo. Because clearly the current one is not working as well as it should." Seren was developing quite the fondness for the place, but she had to admit that even she would not enjoy living in bitter cold every season of the year. Daughter of sand and sea as she was, raised in the tropical paradise of Torchline, the lack of greenery sometimes unsettled her.
Shrugging away the issue of easy communications - it was a problem of hers that would have to be solved at another time - Seren gazed up at her friend. The lines of wear in his face were a concern - but she felt the need to keep pushing him to think. If battles and invasions were not options... what else might be?
"My parents are overprotective," she remarked with a wry smile. "But while I did promise my mother that I would not make myself a martyr for others, she also encouraged me to go out and test my limits. To fight, bluntly put. And I've done that, and realized how far I have left to go before I can make a difference that way. If anything, using me in bargains would be far more productive than throwing me onto a battlefield." Leaning an elbow against her knee, Seren rested her chin in the upturned palm and let her eyes drift out over the flowerbeds. The serenity of Mourn remained undisturbed despite their argument, and she wished she could emulate the spirit of this place. Unflappable, impossible to disrupt.
"So... What's so good about Halo? Why do you want to live in eternal cold, surrounded by hoards of vicious predators?"
For when the darkness comes
SEREN
