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
Flushed and a little awkward at the turn the conversation had taken, Seren mumbled something inaudible, while Umbra basked and preened under the sympathy.
"They're just friends," she repeated, bemused. Why it had to be romance just because her acquaintances wound up being men she had no idea. Maeve was the hugging type too, but apparently the owner of a brothel was less of a concern than any of the others.
Taking a deep breath to shake off the weirdness, Seren brigthened at Amalia's offer. She looked around hastily, turning raven-locked head from side to side - there was quite a lot of room on the docks, and nothing brittle or valuable seemed to be in their near vicinity.
"Thank you," she said, and when she turned back to the Archangel it was with a smile that glittered mischievously. "Want to do it here? Now?" The logical thing to do was to relocate to the Nest and proper training grounds of course... but where was the spontaneity in that? Or the fun?
The pulse of gravity to lighten herself was a reflex as natural as breathing, and with surprising speed and agility the girl leaped over, hand outstretched to tag Amalia on the shoulder. Umbra squawked in protest; he'd been having a good time.
"They're just friends," she repeated, bemused. Why it had to be romance just because her acquaintances wound up being men she had no idea. Maeve was the hugging type too, but apparently the owner of a brothel was less of a concern than any of the others.
Taking a deep breath to shake off the weirdness, Seren brigthened at Amalia's offer. She looked around hastily, turning raven-locked head from side to side - there was quite a lot of room on the docks, and nothing brittle or valuable seemed to be in their near vicinity.
"Thank you," she said, and when she turned back to the Archangel it was with a smile that glittered mischievously. "Want to do it here? Now?" The logical thing to do was to relocate to the Nest and proper training grounds of course... but where was the spontaneity in that? Or the fun?
The pulse of gravity to lighten herself was a reflex as natural as breathing, and with surprising speed and agility the girl leaped over, hand outstretched to tag Amalia on the shoulder. Umbra squawked in protest; he'd been having a good time.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
