Dark hair for catching the wind, not to veil the sight of a cold world
Steps approaching her from the other side of the door made her heart beat faster in an unexpected onset of nerves. When it creaked open, she was surprised. The man was taller than she had thought he might be. Lighter too, in hair and eyes. And the smile he leveled at her was so warm that she faltered and found herself returning it a little shyly, unable to hold on to the peeve she had worked up.
"Ah, yes. As you can see." Holding out her arms, Seren did a little pirouette on his doorstep to show that she indeed was very much alive. The hood of the coat fell off in the twirl, spilling dark hair out across the shoulders. "I'm feeling much better. The healer patched me up nicely." Twice, but she didn't mention that. It was her own fault for trying to do too much, too soon.
"I, eh..." Tucking a coil of night behind an ear, she tried to remember what she had come to say. It had been something about portals and rivers, but it felt much too ungrateful now that the man who had saved her life stood there smiling at her. She was distracted - gratefully so - by the approach of a small ghost behind his feet. Brigthening, the girl hunched down and held out her hands towards the griffin. "Hello you!" she cooed softly, the awkwardness falling away as though it had never been there. "Aren't you beautiful... What's your name?"
Flicking a curious glance upwards, she included the man in the question. Of course she already knew, from explanations given by others, but it felt polite to ask anyway. Introductions, yes. That was a good place to start. "I'm Seren Taliesin," she offered. "I came to say thanks..." Maybe she should have brought a gift. What was appropriate to give someone who hauled you out of a river and brought you halfway across the world?
"Ah, yes. As you can see." Holding out her arms, Seren did a little pirouette on his doorstep to show that she indeed was very much alive. The hood of the coat fell off in the twirl, spilling dark hair out across the shoulders. "I'm feeling much better. The healer patched me up nicely." Twice, but she didn't mention that. It was her own fault for trying to do too much, too soon.
"I, eh..." Tucking a coil of night behind an ear, she tried to remember what she had come to say. It had been something about portals and rivers, but it felt much too ungrateful now that the man who had saved her life stood there smiling at her. She was distracted - gratefully so - by the approach of a small ghost behind his feet. Brigthening, the girl hunched down and held out her hands towards the griffin. "Hello you!" she cooed softly, the awkwardness falling away as though it had never been there. "Aren't you beautiful... What's your name?"
Flicking a curious glance upwards, she included the man in the question. Of course she already knew, from explanations given by others, but it felt polite to ask anyway. Introductions, yes. That was a good place to start. "I'm Seren Taliesin," she offered. "I came to say thanks..." Maybe she should have brought a gift. What was appropriate to give someone who hauled you out of a river and brought you halfway across the world?
Seren
