Seren
"I can. You would look great in them, I think." Seren was a touch jealous, but in the best of ways. Maeve had a glamour and elegance to her that the starchild might never achieve, even if she were to strive for it. But her interest had never really been for fashion and forgery, or polishing the outward appearance. It was the heart that mattered to her, and what place did polished nails, powder and perfume have there?
Speaking of... "I think she would love perfume," Safrin's daughter smiled, eagerly encouraging Maeve's suggestions. "She always smells of summer rain and lilacs... I think of her everytime I catch those scents." A nostalgic smile touched her lips, longing as always lingering in her gaze whenever her mother came up.
"Sometimes..." she began - but cut herself off, biting the tongue to keep from saying it out loud. "No, never mind."
Speaking of... "I think she would love perfume," Safrin's daughter smiled, eagerly encouraging Maeve's suggestions. "She always smells of summer rain and lilacs... I think of her everytime I catch those scents." A nostalgic smile touched her lips, longing as always lingering in her gaze whenever her mother came up.
"Sometimes..." she began - but cut herself off, biting the tongue to keep from saying it out loud. "No, never mind."
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
