Seren
His need for space and motion was accepted without comment, and Seren fell in alongside her friend, hands dropped down to sway empty at her sides. Sticky with pumpkin, with questions, with the ever present need to connect with others when they were in pain. Better to walk that off too - it seemed that sometimes being close only caused more discomfort.
It was her turn to be surprised when Deimos spoke up again. Not over the diamonds, but over the name. One she had not heard in a very long time, and startling enough that she stumbled on a rock.
"You know Loren?" the girl asked, eyes wide and brimming with questions as she found her feet again and turned on the Sword. "I never hear anyone talk about him, I was beginning to think he was only a figment of my imagination." But he was not. Couldn't be - unless a ghost could heal wounds and soothe fears, and help shape the makings of a young girl's mind.
It was her turn to be surprised when Deimos spoke up again. Not over the diamonds, but over the name. One she had not heard in a very long time, and startling enough that she stumbled on a rock.
"You know Loren?" the girl asked, eyes wide and brimming with questions as she found her feet again and turned on the Sword. "I never hear anyone talk about him, I was beginning to think he was only a figment of my imagination." But he was not. Couldn't be - unless a ghost could heal wounds and soothe fears, and help shape the makings of a young girl's mind.
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
