I saw a piece of heaven
Perhaps some other child might have felt jealous, hearing that their parent treated someone else in a 'motherly' way. Not Seren. She beamed with delight, and nodded that she understood Maeve's predicament. Of course, she herself had the added benefit of being able Safrin's actual daughter, so there had never been a need for formalities. That didn't mean they weren't there, and who better to learn from than the deity in question. After all, praying to Safrin versus praying to Ludo or Frey required slightly separate approaches...
"Oh, that's a very interesting request," Seren remarked, even more intrigued now. "I'm afraid I don't, that's something I want to learn to do... but I'm quite good at collecting things? You might even like what we're about to find." She pointed up ahead with a smile growing across her face.
There was something akin to a clearing ahead, where the trees and large shrubs had taken a step back. In their place lay a rocky outcrop where weathered stone had been polished smooth and into interesting shapes. The wind that whispered in from the sea had plenty of room to play here, and as it swept by a hum filled the air. Somewhere between sweet song and a desperate keen, it rose and fell and died away, only to pick up again right away.
Seren closed her eyes and listened for a time in quiet rapture. To her the sound was beautiful, so very familiar from her time spent among the stars. "Singing stones," she murmured, for Maeve's benefit. In case the woman didn't already know.
"Oh, that's a very interesting request," Seren remarked, even more intrigued now. "I'm afraid I don't, that's something I want to learn to do... but I'm quite good at collecting things? You might even like what we're about to find." She pointed up ahead with a smile growing across her face.
There was something akin to a clearing ahead, where the trees and large shrubs had taken a step back. In their place lay a rocky outcrop where weathered stone had been polished smooth and into interesting shapes. The wind that whispered in from the sea had plenty of room to play here, and as it swept by a hum filled the air. Somewhere between sweet song and a desperate keen, it rose and fell and died away, only to pick up again right away.
Seren closed her eyes and listened for a time in quiet rapture. To her the sound was beautiful, so very familiar from her time spent among the stars. "Singing stones," she murmured, for Maeve's benefit. In case the woman didn't already know.
Waiting, impatient, for me
Seren
