Not just a fighter, not just a dreamer
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
Amazing creator, relentless believer
In who I am and what I got inside
Accepting Maeve's hand, she squeezed it tightly and wiped at her face with the other sleeve. Sniffling, confused about this sudden outburst of emotions she hadn't even realized were bottling up inside. It was a good reminder, that all her stubborn friends had their own reasons for acting the way they did. While she didn't like it - they should just lean on her when she offered her shoulders for it, right? - Seren could accept that it wasn't entirely her own fault.
"I can't actually do that much, for anyone," she admitted thickly. Her nose was clogged, red blotches appearing on her face - some people could look beautiful even while crying, but Seren was not among them. "Listen, mostly. But I have no say when it comes to the big things. I'm no governor, or priest, or legendary hero who get things done just by walking onto a scene. I'm not my dad." Nor was she her mother, as Aurelia so tersely had pointed out. Her words counted for nothing - a mere teenager, still apprenticing.
Who would listen to someone like that?
"I can't actually do that much, for anyone," she admitted thickly. Her nose was clogged, red blotches appearing on her face - some people could look beautiful even while crying, but Seren was not among them. "Listen, mostly. But I have no say when it comes to the big things. I'm no governor, or priest, or legendary hero who get things done just by walking onto a scene. I'm not my dad." Nor was she her mother, as Aurelia so tersely had pointed out. Her words counted for nothing - a mere teenager, still apprenticing.
Who would listen to someone like that?
Seren
