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
"Thank you." Accepting the offered hand, Seren got up and dusted off her clothes. It was rather daunting to realize that this woman who had her so soundly beat didn't think herself even near Ronin's skill. That said much about how far Seren had to go - but it was also a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe if she trained enough, she might at least reach her father's feet one day.
Amalia's words were considered with a thoughtful frown. Much of what she said reminded Seren of something Safrin had told her, though the punchline seemed somewhat different.
"Mother told me not so very long ago that I could never save anyone. Not really. She said that I can help them... but in the end death is part of what it means to be alive. I suppose it's the part where we try despite knowing that it is never forever that matters. Right? And maybe that is what makes us both fighters, rather than warriors." They who did not seek out battle, but would fight all the same if it was brought to them.
"You know my mother, right? But you are Vi's demigod. Do you mind if I ask... why? Did you not get along with Safrin?" It was curiosity that brought her to ask, mostly. Certainly not judgement or criticism; Seren's sky-blue eyes remained bright and open, almost eager to know what made this woman reach for the sun, rather than the stars.
Amalia's words were considered with a thoughtful frown. Much of what she said reminded Seren of something Safrin had told her, though the punchline seemed somewhat different.
"Mother told me not so very long ago that I could never save anyone. Not really. She said that I can help them... but in the end death is part of what it means to be alive. I suppose it's the part where we try despite knowing that it is never forever that matters. Right? And maybe that is what makes us both fighters, rather than warriors." They who did not seek out battle, but would fight all the same if it was brought to them.
"You know my mother, right? But you are Vi's demigod. Do you mind if I ask... why? Did you not get along with Safrin?" It was curiosity that brought her to ask, mostly. Certainly not judgement or criticism; Seren's sky-blue eyes remained bright and open, almost eager to know what made this woman reach for the sun, rather than the stars.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
