If you're caught in the shadow then turn around
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
'Cause I'm here to guide you home
If you hear my voice, follow the sound
'Cause I'm here to guide you home
Bowing her head, a faint shrug was all she could offer as she turned away from the mound. Too little, too late; trying was not enough. If her penchant for weapons and training had been out of interest and enjoyment before, the practice had been given direction now. Seren didn't want to be left staring at the smoldering remains of something precious again. She had so much to learn... and perhaps not enough time to do so.
The question made her hesitate, but as she had already offered information to one side, she might as well keep it even. Be fair; this was not her conflict to take sides in.
"Yes, I do," she nodded, subdued. "It was the new Arbiter. Trying to do her job; she took her duties much too far." Explanations had been given, past events and shadows of an old life bleeding into the present, until fire and blood had seemed the only option. Seren was not making excuses; she vehemently disagreed with Aurelia on the subject, and had been left very unsatisfied after their conversation.
The sad truth was, no one was innocent here. Not Deimos, not Hotaru, nor Aurelia. Not even Maeve, who had asked for information to be left under lock and key, nor the selfish men who lingered at the root of all this. It was an infected situation, a smoldering powder keg just waiting to explode; and Seren had a nagging suspicion that she had dipped her fingers too far into it to come out unscathed.
Glancing up at Deimos, the young woman fingered a coil of night-dark hair, threading the strands between her fingers. Braiding aimlessly, undoing and redesigning.
"Are you... content with that?" she wondered, almost cautiously. It must be frustrating; so much hard work, undone by a single impulsive action. She hoped he would not be tempted to continue on that path. A single stone set to tumbling could so easily trigger rockslides and avalanches, turning something bad into catastrophe beyond repair.
The question made her hesitate, but as she had already offered information to one side, she might as well keep it even. Be fair; this was not her conflict to take sides in.
"Yes, I do," she nodded, subdued. "It was the new Arbiter. Trying to do her job; she took her duties much too far." Explanations had been given, past events and shadows of an old life bleeding into the present, until fire and blood had seemed the only option. Seren was not making excuses; she vehemently disagreed with Aurelia on the subject, and had been left very unsatisfied after their conversation.
The sad truth was, no one was innocent here. Not Deimos, not Hotaru, nor Aurelia. Not even Maeve, who had asked for information to be left under lock and key, nor the selfish men who lingered at the root of all this. It was an infected situation, a smoldering powder keg just waiting to explode; and Seren had a nagging suspicion that she had dipped her fingers too far into it to come out unscathed.
Glancing up at Deimos, the young woman fingered a coil of night-dark hair, threading the strands between her fingers. Braiding aimlessly, undoing and redesigning.
"Are you... content with that?" she wondered, almost cautiously. It must be frustrating; so much hard work, undone by a single impulsive action. She hoped he would not be tempted to continue on that path. A single stone set to tumbling could so easily trigger rockslides and avalanches, turning something bad into catastrophe beyond repair.
Seren
