Seren
"Yeah! It was, eh... maybe a year ago? Or possibly two. I was living with my dad in Torchline, and they moved in for a bit while. It was nice, I like Vai." Happily chatting along, Seren roamed and watched the dragon and the pup. Everything seemed fine, the day was slowly turning into a very lovely one.
Until, that is, Sah's reaction awakened every fear she had ever held about being who she was. The abject terror in his stance, and the way he withdrew from her like she was somehow tainted by some plague that might catch was painful. Her smile vanished, and a saddened expression bled into her gaze, even as it fell towards the ground. To the confused dragon, who followed the wolf pup back and pressed against her legs in an attempt to comfort, even though he didn't know why she was suddenly swallowing against a lump in the throat.
For a moment she said nothing. Then his comment - him being Abandoned - made her look up again, a little fierce and a lot upset.
"That's not my fault," she bit back, a little harsher than she wanted to be - but she was confused, unaccustomed to this kind of rejection. "I don't care if you can use magic or not. Why would I? Are you going to use it to change the world and become a usurper god like the Voice?" Her hands balled into little fists, to keep them from gesturing too wildly.
Until, that is, Sah's reaction awakened every fear she had ever held about being who she was. The abject terror in his stance, and the way he withdrew from her like she was somehow tainted by some plague that might catch was painful. Her smile vanished, and a saddened expression bled into her gaze, even as it fell towards the ground. To the confused dragon, who followed the wolf pup back and pressed against her legs in an attempt to comfort, even though he didn't know why she was suddenly swallowing against a lump in the throat.
For a moment she said nothing. Then his comment - him being Abandoned - made her look up again, a little fierce and a lot upset.
"That's not my fault," she bit back, a little harsher than she wanted to be - but she was confused, unaccustomed to this kind of rejection. "I don't care if you can use magic or not. Why would I? Are you going to use it to change the world and become a usurper god like the Voice?" Her hands balled into little fists, to keep them from gesturing too wildly.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
