Seren
God fuckery was exactly what had been going on. Seren smiled at Locke's confusion. "Safrin is my mother," she offered helpfully, so used to explaining her heritage by now that it didn't even phase her. "By mortal count, I have existed for technically no more than... two years, maybe? But time doesn't matter among the stars, which is why I'm like this." She made a vague gesture to all of herself. Decidedly not a child. And if her lack of experience sometimes made her a bit naive, well. That would soon be amended.
"He is nice. The very best of guys," the daughter confirmed with a light laugh. "Are you from Stormbreak, then? And I haven't, no. But I'll definitely try now, though. It would be nice to walk upright tomorrow." She shifted on the bench with a discomfort that was not all that exaggerated, though the grimace was definitely overly dramatic. "Is it always going to be like this?" Her view of the Dragoons as a place for fun and excitement was quickly shifting. Not enough that she regretted her decision to join, but... it would be nice if there was less discomfort.
"He is nice. The very best of guys," the daughter confirmed with a light laugh. "Are you from Stormbreak, then? And I haven't, no. But I'll definitely try now, though. It would be nice to walk upright tomorrow." She shifted on the bench with a discomfort that was not all that exaggerated, though the grimace was definitely overly dramatic. "Is it always going to be like this?" Her view of the Dragoons as a place for fun and excitement was quickly shifting. Not enough that she regretted her decision to join, but... it would be nice if there was less discomfort.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
