once a beginner

Seren

"Probably," she agreed, grinning slightly. "Or perhaps cards. I hear that's all about making your own luck... not that I would know. Dad won't teach me." Though he absolutely could, it was probably some moral line drawn as a parent. Boring, her eye roll seemed to say.

Now, fighting was all about skill, and she raised her eyebrows at the thought of seeing both her father and uncle fight. "Really? Well, I guess we'll both see, in time. When we get good enough at this that he won't have to hold back on us." With 'this', she meant the whole soldiering thing, and gestured again to the room and their vanishing comrades for emphasis.

In time, Seren expected that the thrill Locke was talking about would be something she too was familiar with. It remained a thing of stories for now, reserved for brief adventures, climbing high trees and looking down on the world from some elevation. "It's a deal," Seren nodded, very pleased with the invitation. Though she didn't see why they would have to go all the way to Torchline for that, when there was a whole organization full of fighters to challenge right here.

It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough