Seren
I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Destined to seek, destined to know
Destined to seek, destined to know
Used to Mother's radiance, she thought nothing of the pretty starlight that shimmered around Father's form. It was only as it should be, another reminder of how they were similar and connected.
His amusement as her little trick extended towards him drew a mischievous giggle from the girl. "Yes," she admitted brightly. "Did it help, did it feel funny?" She was happy, and it seemed as though she might have been able to make Father a little laughy too. That would be great.
With her legs and body able to rest, Seren's mind remained alert and awake. Late it might be, but she was a child of the night sky, and did not yet know the rhythm of sleep and waking like other children. As Ronin brought them into the city, and soon into the hollowed husk of a building, reclaimed and repurposed, she looked around with keen interest.
Unfamiliar smells clung to the air here. Salt sea, night winds and sweet dew faded in favor of smoke, spices, food and filth, and as they entered the intended shelter, tangs of sweat and blood, cigarettes and alcohol grew sharper too. She didn't have the words for what the mingled odor came from yet, but it tickled her nose until she sneezed. Once, twice.
"What is that for?" she asked, snuffling, and pointed at the roped off pit of sand. Even she could tell it was not a place meant for sleeping.
His amusement as her little trick extended towards him drew a mischievous giggle from the girl. "Yes," she admitted brightly. "Did it help, did it feel funny?" She was happy, and it seemed as though she might have been able to make Father a little laughy too. That would be great.
With her legs and body able to rest, Seren's mind remained alert and awake. Late it might be, but she was a child of the night sky, and did not yet know the rhythm of sleep and waking like other children. As Ronin brought them into the city, and soon into the hollowed husk of a building, reclaimed and repurposed, she looked around with keen interest.
Unfamiliar smells clung to the air here. Salt sea, night winds and sweet dew faded in favor of smoke, spices, food and filth, and as they entered the intended shelter, tangs of sweat and blood, cigarettes and alcohol grew sharper too. She didn't have the words for what the mingled odor came from yet, but it tickled her nose until she sneezed. Once, twice.
"What is that for?" she asked, snuffling, and pointed at the roped off pit of sand. Even she could tell it was not a place meant for sleeping.
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to reign, destined to roam
Destined to reign, destined to roam
