Seren
Oh. "Oh." That kind of meeting... and the color immediately started creeping up Seren's face. Locke mercifully cut off all the mental cinematics before the commercials even began though, and the girl looked almost relieved. And then of course he had to ruin it all again with the follow up. Not that night. It shouldn't have surprised her, problably, but then again she might never truly understand the ease with which some humans... connected. "That's... nice," she said, but didn't sound altogether convinced. "Halenani... That's the place that got beat up by the monsoon, right?" The name was only vaguely familiar, and in context she now understood why.
The platter pushed her way was a godsend of distractions. Reaching for a cookie, she was cut off by another greedy hand; Seren poked her tongue out to the dragoon doing the fly-by, but couldn't help but laugh at their casual brazenness. Choosing another, she nibbled on it as Locke went on to talk about his family. Dark eyebrows shot up in awe at the number he so casually dropped. "Eleven? Wow. What about your dad? Was he around?"
The kettle began to shudder and steam on the hook. With the snack held between her teeth, Seren got up and reached for a pair of mugs, distributed the miracle tea into both and wrestled with the hot pot as she tried to serve. Some of the liquid sloshed over the edges, but no toes were scalded, and along with the steam a fragrance of dried flowers and herbs soon rose to fill the room. Soldiers around other tables began to cradle their necks to see where it came from; it was too bad there wasn't enough to go around for everyone. Seren would have loved to share.
Alas, for tonight she only handed Locke a mug (it was really his treat, all of it) and sank back down in her chair with a contented sigh. "This feels good," she murmured happily, cradling her hands around her own cup. "Thank you for coming to talk to me, Locke. It really made my day."
The platter pushed her way was a godsend of distractions. Reaching for a cookie, she was cut off by another greedy hand; Seren poked her tongue out to the dragoon doing the fly-by, but couldn't help but laugh at their casual brazenness. Choosing another, she nibbled on it as Locke went on to talk about his family. Dark eyebrows shot up in awe at the number he so casually dropped. "Eleven? Wow. What about your dad? Was he around?"
The kettle began to shudder and steam on the hook. With the snack held between her teeth, Seren got up and reached for a pair of mugs, distributed the miracle tea into both and wrestled with the hot pot as she tried to serve. Some of the liquid sloshed over the edges, but no toes were scalded, and along with the steam a fragrance of dried flowers and herbs soon rose to fill the room. Soldiers around other tables began to cradle their necks to see where it came from; it was too bad there wasn't enough to go around for everyone. Seren would have loved to share.
Alas, for tonight she only handed Locke a mug (it was really his treat, all of it) and sank back down in her chair with a contented sigh. "This feels good," she murmured happily, cradling her hands around her own cup. "Thank you for coming to talk to me, Locke. It really made my day."
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
