Seren
Gradually, the cold of the snow was sinking into the bones of clever fingers, so that no amount of pauses to breathe on them felt enough to warm them. Seren wished she had better tools to work with, even if that meant putting excess energy into a sculpture that ultimately wouldn't last. Come the next snowstorm, both the castle and its neighboring valley would become buried.
"Peaceful," she replied, sitting back on her heels. "The city lies on high cliffs overlooking the ocean. People there are happy and life is ordered. They can be a little stuck up, sometimes, and unreasonable when it comes to magic, but I like it all the same." It was not home in the way that Torchline was, but then again Seren had not spent as much time there. Perhaps in time her sentiments would change.
Tucking her hands away in the coat sleeves, she listened with interest to the description of the Halovian. Pink touched her cheeks upon noticing Deimos' smile, and the young woman looked away a little too quickly. Gaze searching rooftops and sky for distractions before settling on the lost vale of Aurora Basin. "Just curious," she mumbled, trying and failing to sound indifferent. "He did save my life... I don't really know how to thank him properly." And there was that hazy recollection of being hauled out of a cold river. Of warm hands and even warmer breath breathed into her lungs, chasing the shadows away.
The blush deepened, and she sought desperately for something else to talk about. Only, nothing really came to mind.
"Peaceful," she replied, sitting back on her heels. "The city lies on high cliffs overlooking the ocean. People there are happy and life is ordered. They can be a little stuck up, sometimes, and unreasonable when it comes to magic, but I like it all the same." It was not home in the way that Torchline was, but then again Seren had not spent as much time there. Perhaps in time her sentiments would change.
Tucking her hands away in the coat sleeves, she listened with interest to the description of the Halovian. Pink touched her cheeks upon noticing Deimos' smile, and the young woman looked away a little too quickly. Gaze searching rooftops and sky for distractions before settling on the lost vale of Aurora Basin. "Just curious," she mumbled, trying and failing to sound indifferent. "He did save my life... I don't really know how to thank him properly." And there was that hazy recollection of being hauled out of a cold river. Of warm hands and even warmer breath breathed into her lungs, chasing the shadows away.
The blush deepened, and she sought desperately for something else to talk about. Only, nothing really came to mind.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
