I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
It did seem a shame, somehow. Seren made a quiet vow to herself to try and make every day feel special, just so that she wouldn't miss out on good things. "What kind of things are important to you?" she wondered as she snuggled in against Maeve. "You have your work, and Locke... what else?"
Scooping up a handful of sand, she sifted it between her hands. From one to the next, while playful winds tried to steal the grains back. It was growing warmer by the minute, and the caress of sun against her skin made Seren feel very much alive. "I will give it a try," she said about the letters. It seemed fun, and she quite aporeciated the idea of being able to share her thoughts with others, even if they weren't there. "Can I write to you, too?"
Letting some of the sand trickle down onto Maeve's lotioned legs, the girl tried to stifle a mischievous smirk.
Scooping up a handful of sand, she sifted it between her hands. From one to the next, while playful winds tried to steal the grains back. It was growing warmer by the minute, and the caress of sun against her skin made Seren feel very much alive. "I will give it a try," she said about the letters. It seemed fun, and she quite aporeciated the idea of being able to share her thoughts with others, even if they weren't there. "Can I write to you, too?"
Letting some of the sand trickle down onto Maeve's lotioned legs, the girl tried to stifle a mischievous smirk.
Seren
