Seren
I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Destined to seek, destined to know
Destined to seek, destined to know
Seren had done her best to help out, able to at least hand him the things that needed cleaning and to wipe the table, and she felt very much the big, good girl again despite the mishap with the almonds.
She waited patiently until Saiden was quite finished, and then started to bound off towards her room. She managed all of three steps before he caught her, and squealing in delight the girl found herself picked up. This was of course completely alright; wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave her uncle a fierce hug, then urged him on, towards the next destination.
"That way!" she told him and pointed the way imperiously. Guiding the way out of the kitchen, down the hallway past a living room, Father's room, and then onto a small corner room at the far end of the house. "In here!" she told him, watching eagerly for a reaction.
It was, truth be told, a rather plain room. Small, with a window overlooking the wildgrown garden, and a bed that looked to have been there since the house was built. It was clearly oversized for her, but was amply furbished with blankets and pillows, offering a perfect nest to curl up in. The walls were undecorated, but Seren had made up for it by cramming the few shelves full of interesting items. Curious rocks, seashells in every color and size imaginable, twisted driftwood branches and washed up coral crowded together without any real thought. There were pages with pressed flowers hanging on the walls, and a few paintings clearly made by herself, and a simple, sturdy rug to cover the floor.
It was all suspiciously clean, though the underside of the bed - and the inside of the chest of drawers standing off to one side - would reveal quite the chaos of hastily removed clutter. What it lacked... was perhaps the customary toys associated with little girls. No dolls, or plushies, or tea-sets or indeed any frills at all, aside from the dried, pressed flowers.
She waited patiently until Saiden was quite finished, and then started to bound off towards her room. She managed all of three steps before he caught her, and squealing in delight the girl found herself picked up. This was of course completely alright; wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave her uncle a fierce hug, then urged him on, towards the next destination.
"That way!" she told him and pointed the way imperiously. Guiding the way out of the kitchen, down the hallway past a living room, Father's room, and then onto a small corner room at the far end of the house. "In here!" she told him, watching eagerly for a reaction.
It was, truth be told, a rather plain room. Small, with a window overlooking the wildgrown garden, and a bed that looked to have been there since the house was built. It was clearly oversized for her, but was amply furbished with blankets and pillows, offering a perfect nest to curl up in. The walls were undecorated, but Seren had made up for it by cramming the few shelves full of interesting items. Curious rocks, seashells in every color and size imaginable, twisted driftwood branches and washed up coral crowded together without any real thought. There were pages with pressed flowers hanging on the walls, and a few paintings clearly made by herself, and a simple, sturdy rug to cover the floor.
It was all suspiciously clean, though the underside of the bed - and the inside of the chest of drawers standing off to one side - would reveal quite the chaos of hastily removed clutter. What it lacked... was perhaps the customary toys associated with little girls. No dolls, or plushies, or tea-sets or indeed any frills at all, aside from the dried, pressed flowers.
I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to reign, destined to roam
Destined to reign, destined to roam
