Seren
There was nothing Seren could say to that, and so she fell silent. After squeezing her friend's shoulders a final time, she let go, accepting that she had no other offers to give. Pained by Maeve's pain, with a lump in her throat that could not be swallowed down. This was the time where she should break the mood by turning the conversation to something else - more cheerful, optimistic and hopeful - but she did not. It felt... disrespectful, somehow, as if changing the topic would reject the weight of her friend's suffering.
Fortunately, the going soon became more difficult, and focus had to be put on where they went. Climbing longs and pressing through thickets of thorny bushes was excuse enough not to talk, and Seren took the lead, occasionally resorting to using her sword as a tool for hacking away brambles.
When the woodlands finally thinned, the young Dragoon became more wary as she went, and Umbra spread his wings to scout ahead from a higher vantage point.
"Do people come out here often?" she asked, finally breaking the quiet while she paused in a thicket. The area right ahead was bright with sun, and appeared deserted - and barren. The soil dead and dry, void of life.
Fortunately, the going soon became more difficult, and focus had to be put on where they went. Climbing longs and pressing through thickets of thorny bushes was excuse enough not to talk, and Seren took the lead, occasionally resorting to using her sword as a tool for hacking away brambles.
When the woodlands finally thinned, the young Dragoon became more wary as she went, and Umbra spread his wings to scout ahead from a higher vantage point.
"Do people come out here often?" she asked, finally breaking the quiet while she paused in a thicket. The area right ahead was bright with sun, and appeared deserted - and barren. The soil dead and dry, void of life.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
