Not just a fighter, not just a dreamer
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
Again, the girl shook her head. "That's not good enough." Time and time again she asked, yet in no way had the woman answered her. The why of it was still left untouched, skirted around as if it was hot coal, something that could not be touched or gazed upon directly. But Seren was not about to relent; the steel in her gaze only grew more apparent the more the older woman tried to fend her off.
The hard expression and the half-threat did have some effect, though perhaps not the one Aurelia had intended. Flushed, with flashing eyes and balled up fists, everything in the starchild's posture screamed of a willingness to take on the challenge, and she opened her mouth to reply. Only to inhale instead, long and deep. The sigh that followed was a not-so-quiet hiss of frustration. Unclenching her hands, Seren raised one to the face and rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if that might make the tension in her disappear. It did not.
"I do, actually," she replied, and made a visible effort to be nice. Or nicer. "Every day since the fire I have been turning it over in my head. Why it happened, who did it, why you did... what you did." Somehow she managed to avoid spitting out the word 'murder' for a second time, but it was a close thing. "But none of it makes sense. So yes, I do want to know. I am asking because I wish to understand." And because she was angry. And because it felt good to lash out at someone; crying had helped to a point, but there were embers left, smoldering on the inside. Frustration stemming from her own helplessness, her inability to preserve the life she had set out to save.
Sucking down another breath, she took a step back, then held out her hand towards the woman. "Let's try this again. My name is Seren Taliesin. I am Safrin's daughter, and her demi-god. Please, explain to me why you saw fit to end the life of an innocent creature instead of putting out a raging fire, so that I may better understand what actually happened that night." It was a stilted speech, overly formal and without a trace of her usual sunshine smiles or easy-going attitude. But despite the temper sizzling just beneath the surface, the request was sincere.
The hard expression and the half-threat did have some effect, though perhaps not the one Aurelia had intended. Flushed, with flashing eyes and balled up fists, everything in the starchild's posture screamed of a willingness to take on the challenge, and she opened her mouth to reply. Only to inhale instead, long and deep. The sigh that followed was a not-so-quiet hiss of frustration. Unclenching her hands, Seren raised one to the face and rubbed the bridge of her nose, as if that might make the tension in her disappear. It did not.
"I do, actually," she replied, and made a visible effort to be nice. Or nicer. "Every day since the fire I have been turning it over in my head. Why it happened, who did it, why you did... what you did." Somehow she managed to avoid spitting out the word 'murder' for a second time, but it was a close thing. "But none of it makes sense. So yes, I do want to know. I am asking because I wish to understand." And because she was angry. And because it felt good to lash out at someone; crying had helped to a point, but there were embers left, smoldering on the inside. Frustration stemming from her own helplessness, her inability to preserve the life she had set out to save.
Sucking down another breath, she took a step back, then held out her hand towards the woman. "Let's try this again. My name is Seren Taliesin. I am Safrin's daughter, and her demi-god. Please, explain to me why you saw fit to end the life of an innocent creature instead of putting out a raging fire, so that I may better understand what actually happened that night." It was a stilted speech, overly formal and without a trace of her usual sunshine smiles or easy-going attitude. But despite the temper sizzling just beneath the surface, the request was sincere.
Seren
