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 turned out quite well, in the end. Seren was more than content to step back and let Ray take the credit for the stained glass, and stole herself a moment of rest while the work was admired. This building was certainly on the more opulent side - she had no doubt Safrin would enjoy it very much.
"I can do that," she replied, upon being asked to help with the mounting of the doors. Grand enough to fit with the rest of the building, they certainly could use a bit of easing to fit into place, and Seren was happy to provide whatever help she could to the workers outside. Offering her customary cheerful smiles, she exchanged some jokes and banter with the crew as they worked and extended the blessing of her gravity pulse to the gate. It was quite satisfying to see it begin to come into place... No one would be able to pass through those without feeling something.
Seren helps install the doors, using her gravity pulse to lighten them.
"I can do that," she replied, upon being asked to help with the mounting of the doors. Grand enough to fit with the rest of the building, they certainly could use a bit of easing to fit into place, and Seren was happy to provide whatever help she could to the workers outside. Offering her customary cheerful smiles, she exchanged some jokes and banter with the crew as they worked and extended the blessing of her gravity pulse to the gate. It was quite satisfying to see it begin to come into place... No one would be able to pass through those without feeling something.
Seren helps install the doors, using her gravity pulse to lighten them.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
