Dark hair for catching the wind, not to veil the sight of a cold world
Coming over to Noah as the tea was offered, Seren reached up to accept the cup. Slender fingers brushed against his in the exchange, and a touch of pink colored her cheeks under the freckles. "Thank you," she murmured and hastily bent her nose over the steaming rim, to breathe in the scent. To steady herself too, perhaps, and shove all recollections of rivers and warm lips as far from her thoughts as possible. "I grew up in Torchline. It's a nostalgic flavor."
Thinking of libraries helped. Thinking of an artist departed was sobering.
"I would love nothing better than to bury myself in a library," she admitted, daring a smile and a quick peek up at the Olson. "Or even better, to go exploring and see it all for myself. Though maybe not alone, this time." It had not gone too well last time.
Lifting the mug to her lips, the girl made to sip, then changed her mind. Lowered her hands, and made herself look straight at the man. Noah. With blonde hair and pale eyes and a smile that looked warm and open, but perhaps was more reserved than it first appeared. He had red crescents beneath the fingernails and callouses on his hands, and he had hauled her out of a river. A complete stranger, yet he had done it anyway.
"You saved my life," she said quietly, and not for the first time felt a shudder of terror and awe at the words. The implications, the likely outcome had he not been there. "I don't... even know how to thank you properly. Except, well, thank you." But words were so inadequate, and did nothing to diminish her debt of gratitude. Could anything?
Thinking of libraries helped. Thinking of an artist departed was sobering.
"I would love nothing better than to bury myself in a library," she admitted, daring a smile and a quick peek up at the Olson. "Or even better, to go exploring and see it all for myself. Though maybe not alone, this time." It had not gone too well last time.
Lifting the mug to her lips, the girl made to sip, then changed her mind. Lowered her hands, and made herself look straight at the man. Noah. With blonde hair and pale eyes and a smile that looked warm and open, but perhaps was more reserved than it first appeared. He had red crescents beneath the fingernails and callouses on his hands, and he had hauled her out of a river. A complete stranger, yet he had done it anyway.
"You saved my life," she said quietly, and not for the first time felt a shudder of terror and awe at the words. The implications, the likely outcome had he not been there. "I don't... even know how to thank you properly. Except, well, thank you." But words were so inadequate, and did nothing to diminish her debt of gratitude. Could anything?
Seren
