Seren
Smiling down at Gideon, the girl shrugged slightly. "I have not been around very long. Here, or in general. I think it's more wide-spread news in Torchline... it's where I grew up, after all." Sometimes the rumor mill did not work very quickly, and not everyone paid attention to gossip. Seren was content to be a relative unknown; it gave her time to find her feet away from the limelight.
When the conversation turned towards the dragoons, she brightened and pushed locks of dark hair behind an ear. "I have! It's fun. I love to learn, and the things they teach are interesting. Can't say I much like the part where people get hurt, though." Cuts, scrapes, bruises; it always hurt her as much as the other whenever she inflicted such things. That was not to say she did not enjoy the fluid motions of the sword, or the satisfaction of seeing a thrown dagger land on target. "I have been thinking lately that I would like to learn more about healing, too. Perhaps there is a way to combine the two?" Seren cocked her head aside, curious to hear the man's opinion.
"I too have only met mother - er, Safrin," she tacked on, and fell in to climb the stairs beside the priest when he reached her. "Wouldn't worry too much about it - I'm sure they like you even if they don't say it." Blue eyes lingered on him for a moment too long to be coincidence; the girl was more perceptive than her air-headed demeanor would have suggested.
When the conversation turned towards the dragoons, she brightened and pushed locks of dark hair behind an ear. "I have! It's fun. I love to learn, and the things they teach are interesting. Can't say I much like the part where people get hurt, though." Cuts, scrapes, bruises; it always hurt her as much as the other whenever she inflicted such things. That was not to say she did not enjoy the fluid motions of the sword, or the satisfaction of seeing a thrown dagger land on target. "I have been thinking lately that I would like to learn more about healing, too. Perhaps there is a way to combine the two?" Seren cocked her head aside, curious to hear the man's opinion.
"I too have only met mother - er, Safrin," she tacked on, and fell in to climb the stairs beside the priest when he reached her. "Wouldn't worry too much about it - I'm sure they like you even if they don't say it." Blue eyes lingered on him for a moment too long to be coincidence; the girl was more perceptive than her air-headed demeanor would have suggested.
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
