Oh, empty my heart
She looked up at once when Sah's voice cut the silence. Relieved to be distracted from her jumbled thoughts, even by a topic as serious as the one he brought up, she turned her full attention on the issue.
"It's a difficult thing," she mused. Pulling her legs up to the chest, Seren leaned her chin on a knee. "I understand why you feel the need to speak with her. In any other case, you would be commended for listening to both parties before making a decision." Exactly the kind of quality that had made him a good leader, she suspected.
"I think... you should ask yourself why you need to hear the Voice. What do you want her to say?" Nibbling at her lip, Seren's eyes lingered on the young wolf's face. He looked so torn up about it all, and she wished she hadn't returned to her own stone. The space between their perches seemed suddenly a yawning rift, too vast to reach across. "If you expect her to explain her reasoning and actions to you, or hear anything other than what she wants you to think... I fear you might be disappointed."
What reason would a self-proclaimed goddess have to reason with a young outlander, whom she could not even ascend easily?
"And if..." Seren hesitated a little, fearing her words might be a bit too harsh. "If you seek her out, saying you wish for the truth while already being biased against her... then I would worry about you. Whether you would come home safely. Nobody would take well to that, it would be... very arrogant." The words burned on her tongue, so badly did she want to swallow them back.
"It's a difficult thing," she mused. Pulling her legs up to the chest, Seren leaned her chin on a knee. "I understand why you feel the need to speak with her. In any other case, you would be commended for listening to both parties before making a decision." Exactly the kind of quality that had made him a good leader, she suspected.
"I think... you should ask yourself why you need to hear the Voice. What do you want her to say?" Nibbling at her lip, Seren's eyes lingered on the young wolf's face. He looked so torn up about it all, and she wished she hadn't returned to her own stone. The space between their perches seemed suddenly a yawning rift, too vast to reach across. "If you expect her to explain her reasoning and actions to you, or hear anything other than what she wants you to think... I fear you might be disappointed."
What reason would a self-proclaimed goddess have to reason with a young outlander, whom she could not even ascend easily?
"And if..." Seren hesitated a little, fearing her words might be a bit too harsh. "If you seek her out, saying you wish for the truth while already being biased against her... then I would worry about you. Whether you would come home safely. Nobody would take well to that, it would be... very arrogant." The words burned on her tongue, so badly did she want to swallow them back.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
