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
The expression on the demi-god's face was patient, and calm. "I know. That is why I am breaking my friends trust and telling you this." She looked around then, at the busy street and the setting sun. If this really was such a sensitive matter, then they probably should not be discussing it in the open. Indicating with a nod that she wished to move, Seren began strolling down the street, with an eye on the passing crowd.
"As I said before, I was not there when the fire started. I saw it from the roof of another house, and hurried over to see if I could help." Why she had been lurking on the rooftops of Haulani was a separate matter entirely, and she brushed past this without even blinking. "I arrived in time to see how the unicorn got to its feet, and how it tried to leave. I leaped in, hoping that I could help the poor thing get away - I wanted to save it from both the fire and further harm." Pain flashed across her face as the memory of it all returned; the chaos and the heat, the violence. It was all terrible and frightening, and new to her. "I was too late." Her throat tried to clench, anger attempting to flare up anew - but Seren reminded herself of Aurelia's mindset when she acted, and the sentiments died away once more. "By the time I could bring the unicorn to my island, he was already dead. And when I returned, you were gone. The fire was out. I saw my friend on the beach, and went to see that she was alright."
Only here did the raven-haired girl pause, and drew in a breath to steady herself before turning to look at the Arbiter. "I heard the name from Maeve, the Halenani Madame. I asked who the companion belonged to - since she tried to help it too, I assumed she would know, and... she did. The unicorn's name was Atlas. And it was bonded to a woman named Hotaru."
It was as thorough and clear-cut a recounting as Seren was capable of. It did not feel good, to reveal the names of her friends like this. It implied... so much. That Maeve had known and said nothing. That Seren herself was not someone who could be trusted to keep a secret. Yet she had to believe in the laws and justice of the system... or what else would there be left but chaos? This was not something that could - or should - simply be swept under the rug and forgotten.
"As I said before, I was not there when the fire started. I saw it from the roof of another house, and hurried over to see if I could help." Why she had been lurking on the rooftops of Haulani was a separate matter entirely, and she brushed past this without even blinking. "I arrived in time to see how the unicorn got to its feet, and how it tried to leave. I leaped in, hoping that I could help the poor thing get away - I wanted to save it from both the fire and further harm." Pain flashed across her face as the memory of it all returned; the chaos and the heat, the violence. It was all terrible and frightening, and new to her. "I was too late." Her throat tried to clench, anger attempting to flare up anew - but Seren reminded herself of Aurelia's mindset when she acted, and the sentiments died away once more. "By the time I could bring the unicorn to my island, he was already dead. And when I returned, you were gone. The fire was out. I saw my friend on the beach, and went to see that she was alright."
Only here did the raven-haired girl pause, and drew in a breath to steady herself before turning to look at the Arbiter. "I heard the name from Maeve, the Halenani Madame. I asked who the companion belonged to - since she tried to help it too, I assumed she would know, and... she did. The unicorn's name was Atlas. And it was bonded to a woman named Hotaru."
It was as thorough and clear-cut a recounting as Seren was capable of. It did not feel good, to reveal the names of her friends like this. It implied... so much. That Maeve had known and said nothing. That Seren herself was not someone who could be trusted to keep a secret. Yet she had to believe in the laws and justice of the system... or what else would there be left but chaos? This was not something that could - or should - simply be swept under the rug and forgotten.
Seren
