Oh, empty my heart
"I hope it will," Seren replied softly, even knowing that Aisha was probably right. "Staying out of the conflict should be a choice, too." One everyone should be allowed to make. Her own situation... made things difficult. But for once Seren didn't bring that up, heeding Hotaru's advise to keep things quiet unless people needed to know.
"I would assume so," she mused, as the topic shifted back towards dragons. "Then again, most companions bond to humans because they cannot make it on their own. From illness or youth or such. Everything I've ever heard of the bond indicates that it is mutually preferable." If there were exceptions, Seren had not come across any. "Hm? No, not that I know of," she continued. That was an interesting notion, however. Dragon's hatching on the rooftops of Stormbreak was a charming picture. Like storks in spring, but better. "She just told me how to attract one of that color. If it works... we'll see, but Mother knows so much, I have no doubt that her tasks will lead me right." The faith with which she spoke was quiet and unwavering, as sure as the angle of her next shovel aimed at the ground.
It was too bad that the blade hit a particularly solid chunk of ice, and ruined the whole effect by jolting her from arms and all the way up into the head. The pain that followed blanched all color from her face, and Seren found herself leaning heavily against the shovel, as the world spun around her.
"I would assume so," she mused, as the topic shifted back towards dragons. "Then again, most companions bond to humans because they cannot make it on their own. From illness or youth or such. Everything I've ever heard of the bond indicates that it is mutually preferable." If there were exceptions, Seren had not come across any. "Hm? No, not that I know of," she continued. That was an interesting notion, however. Dragon's hatching on the rooftops of Stormbreak was a charming picture. Like storks in spring, but better. "She just told me how to attract one of that color. If it works... we'll see, but Mother knows so much, I have no doubt that her tasks will lead me right." The faith with which she spoke was quiet and unwavering, as sure as the angle of her next shovel aimed at the ground.
It was too bad that the blade hit a particularly solid chunk of ice, and ruined the whole effect by jolting her from arms and all the way up into the head. The pain that followed blanched all color from her face, and Seren found herself leaning heavily against the shovel, as the world spun around her.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
