Dark hair for catching the wind, not to veil the sight of a cold world
Seren had to laugh, a quick chuckle that left a lingering smile even after the sound faded.
"Quite different," she agreed. "The buildings are made of stone, and most are designed along the lines of your Palace." Grand, towering, conveying power and endurance - built to withstand the tests of time. Walls against which enemies might break like the tide, only to be washed away. "The focus around daily life is different too. People are much more openly religious, and they display their faith like badges of honor. Visiting the Temple, praying at the shrines." Putting a hand beneath her chin, she leaned forward in a good imitation of serious scrutiny and looked Noah up and down. When she spoke again her voice had been turned down, forged into what might pass for an old man; "'And to which god do you belong, young man?'" It was a good impersonation of a cleric she had seen on the street, if Seren said so herself.
As for Noah's travels, it only brought home how lucky she had been, that he happened to be nearby. "Well, I'm glad you decided to travel this time," she chuckled. "Have you seen anything interesting so far? Aside from my glorious self, drifting like a swan down the river, of course." She made a self-depricating yet grandiose gesture over herself, and winked - no, she was not actually that impressed with herself.
"Quite different," she agreed. "The buildings are made of stone, and most are designed along the lines of your Palace." Grand, towering, conveying power and endurance - built to withstand the tests of time. Walls against which enemies might break like the tide, only to be washed away. "The focus around daily life is different too. People are much more openly religious, and they display their faith like badges of honor. Visiting the Temple, praying at the shrines." Putting a hand beneath her chin, she leaned forward in a good imitation of serious scrutiny and looked Noah up and down. When she spoke again her voice had been turned down, forged into what might pass for an old man; "'And to which god do you belong, young man?'" It was a good impersonation of a cleric she had seen on the street, if Seren said so herself.
As for Noah's travels, it only brought home how lucky she had been, that he happened to be nearby. "Well, I'm glad you decided to travel this time," she chuckled. "Have you seen anything interesting so far? Aside from my glorious self, drifting like a swan down the river, of course." She made a self-depricating yet grandiose gesture over herself, and winked - no, she was not actually that impressed with herself.
Seren
