Seren
Seren was careful; any thorns or specks of dirt were carefully removed from the scrapes before cleaned. Maeve's hands felt small and soft compared to her own hands, where callouses had begun to form from weapon practice and writing, climbing and sharp dragon claws. It felt peculiar to handle someone else's limbs like this, even in the act of wrapping gauze, and the young woman couldn't decide if it was a good or bad sensation.
"He showed me," she answered, eyes on what she was doing and a soft frown of concentration pulling her brows into stern lines. "When we first bonded... I looked into his eyes and saw myself, looking at him, looking at me... It became a loop of layers - I don't know if I can even describe it. But there was a sensation, of blue shadows overlapping until they could grow no darker. Umbra is just the word for it."
Glancing up at the black dragon, she took in his dark scales and the glowing amber eyes. He seemed sweet tempered, more quiet so far than Umbra ever had been. Seren smiled; "Guess we'll see if he lives up to that name," she murmured.
Making a knot as best she could, she reached for Maeve's other hand and listened as she began to bandage that one too. "I see. Mmh, my mother gave me a new quest. I need to gather some ingredients for it, and dirt from the Hollowed Ground is one of them." Looking up at her friend, she smiled ruefully. "I don't think I'm really supposed to be here. That's why I didn't answer your letter just yet... I sort of hoped you would return to Torchline first."
"He showed me," she answered, eyes on what she was doing and a soft frown of concentration pulling her brows into stern lines. "When we first bonded... I looked into his eyes and saw myself, looking at him, looking at me... It became a loop of layers - I don't know if I can even describe it. But there was a sensation, of blue shadows overlapping until they could grow no darker. Umbra is just the word for it."
Glancing up at the black dragon, she took in his dark scales and the glowing amber eyes. He seemed sweet tempered, more quiet so far than Umbra ever had been. Seren smiled; "Guess we'll see if he lives up to that name," she murmured.
Making a knot as best she could, she reached for Maeve's other hand and listened as she began to bandage that one too. "I see. Mmh, my mother gave me a new quest. I need to gather some ingredients for it, and dirt from the Hollowed Ground is one of them." Looking up at her friend, she smiled ruefully. "I don't think I'm really supposed to be here. That's why I didn't answer your letter just yet... I sort of hoped you would return to Torchline first."
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
