Seren
Seren rather enjoyed the mind game of trying to figure out what her mother might like in terms of presents. It gave them something to talk about as they walked, if nothing else, and it also reminded her that she had promised her parent a gift.
"A tea sounds lovely," she admitted, and smiled at her friend. "I don't know that it really matters what it is, as long as it has some sentiment behind it. Though she does like her shinies. Have you seen the dresses she wears?" Safrin's wardrobe was one place Seren would not mind getting lost in. Not that she was the type to fill up those kinds of gowns; and her wistful sign spoke volumes of a nature child's longing for elegance.
"I think I might make her a potpurry," she mused, and looked around for flowers. "They smell nice too, and you can keep a bit of the season. What do you think?"
"A tea sounds lovely," she admitted, and smiled at her friend. "I don't know that it really matters what it is, as long as it has some sentiment behind it. Though she does like her shinies. Have you seen the dresses she wears?" Safrin's wardrobe was one place Seren would not mind getting lost in. Not that she was the type to fill up those kinds of gowns; and her wistful sign spoke volumes of a nature child's longing for elegance.
"I think I might make her a potpurry," she mused, and looked around for flowers. "They smell nice too, and you can keep a bit of the season. What do you think?"
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
