Seren
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Growing up was an awful experience, all in all. Especially the growing part. In Seren's case, it was much like an illness. Fever, aching joints, ravenous hunger and thirst that culminated in the horrible stretching of limbs as all of her being expanded. Breathed, stretched towards the intended form and function her mother had intended when she was created.
Her bones still ached with the echo of one such growth spurt when she slipped out of her bedroom window and left the house, only a note on the pillow telling Remi where she was going. The night beyond the comfort of home was dense beyond anything she had ever experienced, and the light from her small lantern was barely sufficient to chase the darkness away. Already Seren regretted her decision, but it was too late to turn back now. She had to get out, couldn't stand to sit around in silence anymore.
When the torches burning along the beach grew more frequent and the lights of Haulani came into view, the girl doused her lantern and let them guide her towards people. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was, but the revelers that filled the streets didn't seem to care. There were bonfires lit on the beaches, braziers burning on the street corners and by every diner, eatery and large establishment, and lanterns of every shape and color glowed in open windows. The air was brisk, cool, almost cold. And maybe it was the dark, the lack of stars, the stillness of the air, but everyone around her seemed filled with a need to make noise. To make life, and light, in a defiance of the shadows that pressed ever nearer.
It was quite overwhelming, and while Seren smiled and watched everything with wide eyed astonishment, she hesitated to join in. Filled with a hesitation, an awkwardness that was entirely new to her.
Was that part of growing up too? This intense awareness of her own self? Safrin knew she was not yet comfortable in this stage of growth; all bony knees and jutting elbows, and whatever the heck was going on with her chest. Let's just not talk about that.
Her bones still ached with the echo of one such growth spurt when she slipped out of her bedroom window and left the house, only a note on the pillow telling Remi where she was going. The night beyond the comfort of home was dense beyond anything she had ever experienced, and the light from her small lantern was barely sufficient to chase the darkness away. Already Seren regretted her decision, but it was too late to turn back now. She had to get out, couldn't stand to sit around in silence anymore.
When the torches burning along the beach grew more frequent and the lights of Haulani came into view, the girl doused her lantern and let them guide her towards people. It was impossible to tell what time of day it was, but the revelers that filled the streets didn't seem to care. There were bonfires lit on the beaches, braziers burning on the street corners and by every diner, eatery and large establishment, and lanterns of every shape and color glowed in open windows. The air was brisk, cool, almost cold. And maybe it was the dark, the lack of stars, the stillness of the air, but everyone around her seemed filled with a need to make noise. To make life, and light, in a defiance of the shadows that pressed ever nearer.
It was quite overwhelming, and while Seren smiled and watched everything with wide eyed astonishment, she hesitated to join in. Filled with a hesitation, an awkwardness that was entirely new to her.
Was that part of growing up too? This intense awareness of her own self? Safrin knew she was not yet comfortable in this stage of growth; all bony knees and jutting elbows, and whatever the heck was going on with her chest. Let's just not talk about that.
Come with the night the science of fighting
The forces of gravity
The forces of gravity
