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
It was a clever trap, and Seren fell for it, hook line and sinker. No sooner had the strong hand seized hold of her wrist than she found herself thrown head over heels for a second time, to smack into the docks with a soft thud. Strangely, the impact didn't rattle her as much as she would have expected - some doing of Amalia's, perhaps? - but the sound defeat stung and prickled her pride just enough that it took her some moments of furious thinking before she finally tapped out.
"You win," she grumbled. The competitive streak in her wanted to ask for another try, but... the more sensible part of Seren admitted that the outcome likely would not change. "You... are good. And a lot stronger than you look. Are you about as strong as my dad?"
Rolling up onto her feet, Seren found herself greeted by Umbra, who came to nudge himself in against her legs. So full of sympathy and support, so carefully attempting to conceal a smug streak of 'told you so' that seemed to imply that if she'd only not interrupted his fun times, she would not have lost.
Dragons.
"You win," she grumbled. The competitive streak in her wanted to ask for another try, but... the more sensible part of Seren admitted that the outcome likely would not change. "You... are good. And a lot stronger than you look. Are you about as strong as my dad?"
Rolling up onto her feet, Seren found herself greeted by Umbra, who came to nudge himself in against her legs. So full of sympathy and support, so carefully attempting to conceal a smug streak of 'told you so' that seemed to imply that if she'd only not interrupted his fun times, she would not have lost.
Dragons.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
