Seren
Listening to the explanation, Seren hummed her acknowledgement and turned her gaze back on the barren wasteland. The swath cut through surrounding vegetation was made all the starker by the lack of re-growth, and she had to wonder if it would ever heal. What kind of forces could kill the very soil?
But she was not here to merely stare at it. With a determined cast to her mouth, she hauled the wooden box from a pocket and slipped out from the shelter of the trees. Umbra had seen nothing untoward, and with Maeve's reassuring words to bolster her courage, the girl stepped onto the ruined soil. She didn't go far. Only a few steps in, she knelt and scooped up a handful of dirt, deposited it into the container and popped the box into her pocket space. Hastily getting back up on her feet, she all but fled back to her friend, shuddering as she patted the soil from her hands.
"I don't like that at all," she grimaced upon returning. "I have never felt something so dead before. Even volcano ash has more life to it than this. Let's get out of here; I'd rather not linger."
It left the Glade as her next destination, and a very dangerous flower to collect. But a look at Maeve made the soft frown return to Seren's brows, and she reached out a hand to touch the young woman's face. "Are you sure you are up for this?" she asked, concerned. "What I need to gather is a bit dangerous. More than the Tumbleweed, but in a different sense. You don't have to come with me."
They would need sharp senses and a focus on the moment; and the Madame appeared very caught up in her grief. Now might not be the best time for her to chase danger.
But she was not here to merely stare at it. With a determined cast to her mouth, she hauled the wooden box from a pocket and slipped out from the shelter of the trees. Umbra had seen nothing untoward, and with Maeve's reassuring words to bolster her courage, the girl stepped onto the ruined soil. She didn't go far. Only a few steps in, she knelt and scooped up a handful of dirt, deposited it into the container and popped the box into her pocket space. Hastily getting back up on her feet, she all but fled back to her friend, shuddering as she patted the soil from her hands.
"I don't like that at all," she grimaced upon returning. "I have never felt something so dead before. Even volcano ash has more life to it than this. Let's get out of here; I'd rather not linger."
It left the Glade as her next destination, and a very dangerous flower to collect. But a look at Maeve made the soft frown return to Seren's brows, and she reached out a hand to touch the young woman's face. "Are you sure you are up for this?" she asked, concerned. "What I need to gather is a bit dangerous. More than the Tumbleweed, but in a different sense. You don't have to come with me."
They would need sharp senses and a focus on the moment; and the Madame appeared very caught up in her grief. Now might not be the best time for her to chase danger.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
