Hey, starchild, are you listening?
Halted by his gesture, Seren cocked her head aside and watched, curious to see what he meant. Her gaze followed the motion towards the tattoo, and the stars depicted there was given new meaning when the constellation was breathed to life. The shadow of unease was banished from her by the sight of the lovely lady, and relief bloomed into a smile when a single touch from celestial fingers made the wound go away.
"That is a wonderful trick!" she breathed. Hurriedly fishing up the sword from the ground, Seren bounded back and leaned in to examine first the tear in her father's shirt - where blood beaded harmless on untouched skin - and then the stars scattered across his arm. "Are there others, hiding in there? What else can they do?" She thought of her own little star-critters, and wished they had such wonderful abilities. Perhaps if she trained, if she asked them really nicely...
"Isn't that the point of all this, though?" she asked, as she straightened up again. A hand gestured to the other soldiers around them, recruits and veterans alike. "Learning to handle weapons... they are made for hurting, after all." Frowning softly down at the blade in her hand, Seren half expected it to be awash with blood. But there was no sign of anything where the blunted edge had sliced flesh... and that was somehow worse. As if it had truly been an act of no moment.
"That is a wonderful trick!" she breathed. Hurriedly fishing up the sword from the ground, Seren bounded back and leaned in to examine first the tear in her father's shirt - where blood beaded harmless on untouched skin - and then the stars scattered across his arm. "Are there others, hiding in there? What else can they do?" She thought of her own little star-critters, and wished they had such wonderful abilities. Perhaps if she trained, if she asked them really nicely...
"Isn't that the point of all this, though?" she asked, as she straightened up again. A hand gestured to the other soldiers around them, recruits and veterans alike. "Learning to handle weapons... they are made for hurting, after all." Frowning softly down at the blade in her hand, Seren half expected it to be awash with blood. But there was no sign of anything where the blunted edge had sliced flesh... and that was somehow worse. As if it had truly been an act of no moment.
Seren
