(o) to look beyond the glory

Seren

Sah was right, of course. Seren was lucky. There was none of the tragic backstories to her life. Her family was loving and present, there to listen and support her every need. Her whims and desires were given due consideration, and when she misstepped, there was always someone there to help her get back on her feet, to scold her and give her aid.
Her heart was free from scars and suspicion, unhaunted by shadows from some terrible past... and when Sah claimed that everyone had secrets, she could only smile in mild confusion, trying and failing to think of something she had never shared with someone already. All her secrets belonged to others, spoken in confidence and tucked away for safekeeping.

"I suppose that is fair," she agreed - more to make him happy than because she needed anything in exchange. And she did want to know more about Sah, so. It was a win-win.

But at least he was laughing; she took that as a good sign. "I suppose it does fit," she admitted, trying to find that tone of banter again. "Do people actually have favorite colors?" She gave him a quick study, to see if his appearance gave anything away. "I think it's green," she said, foregoing questions for guessing. "Ehm... do yoooou... know any magic besides lightning?"

It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough