Seren
It was a hope she could neither bolster or reveal as illusion. "At the very least, we can counted on to follow our nature, I think" she mused. "I, for one, hope that what my mother expects from me is something I can live up to." Seren had it easy; unlike her father and so many of the others, she had the luxury of being raised in accordance to that purpose. Groomed from the start to be nothing but what she was now; and if she rebelled, it would only be in the way a child rebels against her parent. Something that could be anticipated, healed and mended, with the right words. Safrin was very good at raising children.
"Gideon," she repeated, with a faint smile. "That's a nice name. What does the scripture say? I don't actually know much about how people see the gods here. I never had much reason to pray or do rituals..." And Safrin's way was not the same as the other gods and heralds, surely. Would Frey or Ludo appreciate tight hugs, painted sunsets or self-made songs about starwhales?
"Gideon," she repeated, with a faint smile. "That's a nice name. What does the scripture say? I don't actually know much about how people see the gods here. I never had much reason to pray or do rituals..." And Safrin's way was not the same as the other gods and heralds, surely. Would Frey or Ludo appreciate tight hugs, painted sunsets or self-made songs about starwhales?
I'm ready to start the conquest of spaces
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
Reaching the starlight and silver fields
