Seren
I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Destined to seek, destined to know
Destined to seek, destined to know
It must be stated that Seren was not a belligerent child. Her tantrums were few and far between, and consisted mostly of tears or sulky silence. She had shown interest in the boxing ring where she spent her first night, and in this lesson that Weaver held, but in no way did punching someone come natural or easy to her. There was a resistance to it in her very bones, it seemed, perhaps because Weaver was someone she liked. A friend. Or simply because she was alive and it went against the young demi-goddess' nature to cause pain.
She certainly tried to do as she was instructed, but the flailing little fists had no strength behind them at all. Nor did she aim properly, very much afraid of hitting where it might hurt despite the reassurance that it was okay.
For the first time, it really hit home with the girl that, no. Fighting really wasn't funny at all.
She certainly tried to do as she was instructed, but the flailing little fists had no strength behind them at all. Nor did she aim properly, very much afraid of hitting where it might hurt despite the reassurance that it was okay.
For the first time, it really hit home with the girl that, no. Fighting really wasn't funny at all.
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to reign, destined to roam
Destined to reign, destined to roam
