SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
Soft awe glowed over the girl's face as she watched Amalia interact with her companion. Umbra's joy at being addressed and understood by others than herself was like light over rippling waves. Beautiful as the Archangel's scales, and the visions she shared. The dragon's croon was gentle and solemn, responding with recollections of vows to a starlit goddess in fragrant twilight. To protect. And, perhaps a little surlier, the image of boys surrounding his bonded flashed past; holding and pawing at and being much too close. The faces of Sah and Harper and even Locke were brigth and vivid, overlaid with a caustic jealously.
"Umbra!" Seren protested, her cheeks turning decidedly pink. "Don't listen to him, it's nothing like that at all. They're just friends."
Twisting slightly where she stood, the conversation was not going quite the way she had expected. Not.. that she knew what she had been expecting, exactly.
"Well... do you think you could teach me that? I... I think I would like to at least have the option of holding back. Right now... I honestly don't know what I can and can't do. Mother said I should test myself against others... but it's one thing to talk about bar fights and chasing bandits, and another to just go up and start something."
Twisting a lock of hair around a finger, Seren tucked it behind an ear. Why was it so difficult to simply ask for a spar?
"Umbra!" Seren protested, her cheeks turning decidedly pink. "Don't listen to him, it's nothing like that at all. They're just friends."
Twisting slightly where she stood, the conversation was not going quite the way she had expected. Not.. that she knew what she had been expecting, exactly.
"Well... do you think you could teach me that? I... I think I would like to at least have the option of holding back. Right now... I honestly don't know what I can and can't do. Mother said I should test myself against others... but it's one thing to talk about bar fights and chasing bandits, and another to just go up and start something."
Twisting a lock of hair around a finger, Seren tucked it behind an ear. Why was it so difficult to simply ask for a spar?
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
