Seren
The gesture surprised the starchild. Wide eyed, she touched fingertips to the cheek, and tried - failing spectacularly - not to grin like a fool. It was different to show affection to people she did not count as family, but not unpleasant. Or even half as awkward as she would have imagined. Her chest was suddenly overflowing with warmth, and it was all she could do to contain the very strong urge to skip alongside Maeve.
"I'm sure you will," she said, thinking of her mother. "You've been fairly quick about it, yes? I don't know that it really matters, but at least it shows that you take her help seriously. I would appreciate that, if I was the one giving out quests." Would she ever end up in a situation where it was she who handed out tasks and expected swift returns? Seren didn't know. Safrin's words on what hopes she held for her daughter had somehow implied that it might be a possibility, and in all honesty the notion made her stomach flutter slightly. It might not be a bad feeling, at all.
"What kind of thing are you thinking about?" Pretty flowers perhaps, or...? Seren couldn't think of anything else of beauty that might delight her mother.
"I'm sure you will," she said, thinking of her mother. "You've been fairly quick about it, yes? I don't know that it really matters, but at least it shows that you take her help seriously. I would appreciate that, if I was the one giving out quests." Would she ever end up in a situation where it was she who handed out tasks and expected swift returns? Seren didn't know. Safrin's words on what hopes she held for her daughter had somehow implied that it might be a possibility, and in all honesty the notion made her stomach flutter slightly. It might not be a bad feeling, at all.
"What kind of thing are you thinking about?" Pretty flowers perhaps, or...? Seren couldn't think of anything else of beauty that might delight her mother.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
