Seren
Seren was only dimly aware of the efforts taken to save her life. At some point her grip on the bear's fur slacked and slipped away. An hour - or a second - later her numb body was hauled up onto something that did not bob and sway. She tried to draw for breath, but could not. She tried to open her eyes, and saw only red; blood washed down over her face from a cut in the forehead that ached and throbbed. The blood was warm against her cold skin; it seemed the only thing in the whole world that was warm.
No... that was wrong. Hands were shifting her about. They touched her chin, and then her neck. Kind hands. Warm hands. Seren wanted to reassure them that she was fine. But all that came through was a waterlogged gurgle as her lungs continued to drown, even out of the river. How inconsiderate of them.
No... that was wrong. Hands were shifting her about. They touched her chin, and then her neck. Kind hands. Warm hands. Seren wanted to reassure them that she was fine. But all that came through was a waterlogged gurgle as her lungs continued to drown, even out of the river. How inconsiderate of them.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
