Seren
It was impossible not to return the smile. The expression always came easy to her, and Sah's playfullness spoke to her own light-hearted nature.
"Truly," she assured him, her sky-colored eyes turning warm upon seeing his relief. Did it mean that much to him? "I won't pretend I would be sad if you walk away from that conversation with a mind to never go near the Voice again," she added, in the name of honesty, "but... It's not a requirement. My uncle's husband is Ascended - I still like him. I just can't afford to pretend that we aren't on opposing sides." And she really didn't want to have to raise a hand against a friend. But speaking to someone and swearing allegiance to them did not have to be the same thing, and Sah was in his full right to do whatever he wished.
He took a step closer, vowing friendship like it was a solemn oath. Seren's fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, take his hand... but the gesture was cut off as Sah turned his attention to the young wolf pup, and the girl turned it into an awkward rubbing of the neck as she laughed.
"She should be proud, it is a job well done." A warbling trill from Umbra demanded praise for him as well; he descended on Seren and thumped down on her shoulders, so that sweeping wings stirred up dirt and leaves from the ground. He was almost too big for that now; with big feet and lengthy legs, and almost as long from nose to tail as she was tall. Not to mention, he was growing heavy. "Yes, you did a good job too. Thank you, Umbra," she fussed, scritching the folds of his skin where the scales were soft and supple.
Pulling up a small bag from a pocket, Seren eased over to the tree, while balancing her dragon, and drew a knife from the belt to scrape off a few sizeable sheets of bark from the nearest tree. The scent of peppermint filled the air, sharper and clearer as she harvested from the tree trunk. Once she was done, she tied a neat knot on the bag and without thinking popped it into her pocket space; both hand and bag disappeared into nothing as reality shimmered and shifted around her limb, rippling like liquid or a fluttering cloth.
"Truly," she assured him, her sky-colored eyes turning warm upon seeing his relief. Did it mean that much to him? "I won't pretend I would be sad if you walk away from that conversation with a mind to never go near the Voice again," she added, in the name of honesty, "but... It's not a requirement. My uncle's husband is Ascended - I still like him. I just can't afford to pretend that we aren't on opposing sides." And she really didn't want to have to raise a hand against a friend. But speaking to someone and swearing allegiance to them did not have to be the same thing, and Sah was in his full right to do whatever he wished.
He took a step closer, vowing friendship like it was a solemn oath. Seren's fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, take his hand... but the gesture was cut off as Sah turned his attention to the young wolf pup, and the girl turned it into an awkward rubbing of the neck as she laughed.
"She should be proud, it is a job well done." A warbling trill from Umbra demanded praise for him as well; he descended on Seren and thumped down on her shoulders, so that sweeping wings stirred up dirt and leaves from the ground. He was almost too big for that now; with big feet and lengthy legs, and almost as long from nose to tail as she was tall. Not to mention, he was growing heavy. "Yes, you did a good job too. Thank you, Umbra," she fussed, scritching the folds of his skin where the scales were soft and supple.
Pulling up a small bag from a pocket, Seren eased over to the tree, while balancing her dragon, and drew a knife from the belt to scrape off a few sizeable sheets of bark from the nearest tree. The scent of peppermint filled the air, sharper and clearer as she harvested from the tree trunk. Once she was done, she tied a neat knot on the bag and without thinking popped it into her pocket space; both hand and bag disappeared into nothing as reality shimmered and shifted around her limb, rippling like liquid or a fluttering cloth.
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
