I saw a piece of heaven
A gust of wind blowing through the gardens from the sea made the boughs of trees and shrubs bend and sway at its touch. The scent of soil and flowers was joined by a tang of salt, gone again as quickly as it arrived. Over the rustle of leaves a faint humming sound could be heard, as eerily beautiful as it was haunting. Seren paused in her step and cocked her head to listen. It was difficult to tell where the noise stemmed from, but she continued along the path all the same. With all the bends and twists of the path she was bound to come close sooner or later. If the wind was stronger it would have been easier, but that would have meant rain. It would have meant being cooped up in the barracks, and that... she did not think she could stand that.
Bare feet made scarcely a sound as she padded along, walking just off the path so that the soft grass could soothe her aching soles. The shoes she carried in her hands were heavy. Putting them on again would be awful, and telling herself that it was her own choice to wear them did not make them feel any lighter. But it was all good. She only needed a break. A small one, and then she would go back.
When a new scent reached her, the raven-haired girl wrinkled her nose. It was smoke, sweet and pungent at the same time; a smell that did not belong here in the twilit garden. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Seren looked around in search for the origin, and spotted a woman lying in the grass beyond the path. There was a cigarette in her hand, and more of the smoke rising from her mouth. It coiled lazily through the air, until another breeze snatched it away.
"That's not good for you," Seren gently pointed out, and approached the stranger. "You are going to damage your lungs."
Bare feet made scarcely a sound as she padded along, walking just off the path so that the soft grass could soothe her aching soles. The shoes she carried in her hands were heavy. Putting them on again would be awful, and telling herself that it was her own choice to wear them did not make them feel any lighter. But it was all good. She only needed a break. A small one, and then she would go back.
When a new scent reached her, the raven-haired girl wrinkled her nose. It was smoke, sweet and pungent at the same time; a smell that did not belong here in the twilit garden. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Seren looked around in search for the origin, and spotted a woman lying in the grass beyond the path. There was a cigarette in her hand, and more of the smoke rising from her mouth. It coiled lazily through the air, until another breeze snatched it away.
"That's not good for you," Seren gently pointed out, and approached the stranger. "You are going to damage your lungs."
Waiting, impatient, for me
Seren
