Seren
The comment made Seren blink, and she had to think for a bit. Was Maeve right? Was this really the first time? She was sure she must have, at some point... but perhaps not. A smile returned, quick as lightning and twice as bright.
"Really? Well it would be terrible of me to say something that wasn't true. So I think it's better this way."
Once she had made sure that all the stakes were plain and out on the table, and Maeve still seemed determined to follow her, Seren nodded and pulled back. Keeping the woman's hand in hers, she recalled the direction of the Glade from where they were and set off towards where the last ingredient of her quest waited.
"Thank you, Maeve. It really means a lot to have you along," Seren told her as they walked, skirting along the edges of the Woodlands where there was shelter but not so much that the progress became slow. "With you here, I can't become reckless... and there's someone to help if I do mess up." Not that she planned to, but there were always risks involved. With this plant in particular.
But she didn't want to dwell on the subject too much right now, and turned the conversation on Maeve instead. "How goes your own quest?" she asked, curious. Theirs were of similar natures; to travel swiftly, to ignore the rules of spacetime and go wherever they pleased. Where they were needed, and wanted.
"Really? Well it would be terrible of me to say something that wasn't true. So I think it's better this way."
Once she had made sure that all the stakes were plain and out on the table, and Maeve still seemed determined to follow her, Seren nodded and pulled back. Keeping the woman's hand in hers, she recalled the direction of the Glade from where they were and set off towards where the last ingredient of her quest waited.
"Thank you, Maeve. It really means a lot to have you along," Seren told her as they walked, skirting along the edges of the Woodlands where there was shelter but not so much that the progress became slow. "With you here, I can't become reckless... and there's someone to help if I do mess up." Not that she planned to, but there were always risks involved. With this plant in particular.
But she didn't want to dwell on the subject too much right now, and turned the conversation on Maeve instead. "How goes your own quest?" she asked, curious. Theirs were of similar natures; to travel swiftly, to ignore the rules of spacetime and go wherever they pleased. Where they were needed, and wanted.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
