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
Seren had no trouble on the bridge, even as it began to sway. Her steps were light and shifted gracefully to accommodate the movements of the bridge; she herself were lightened, and barely seemed to touch the curious planks at all with her feet. It had only been a season since she left the stars, but she had acclimed herself well and rapidly to the new gravity of Caido.
"I hope so, too. Things have been... restless, for a while now." That was an understatement, and Seren still only had the most basic understanding of all that went down with Sunjata and his father, before fires were ever set. Ever since Apopo erupted, it had been one incident after the other, and she could blame no one for being tired and longing for peace. "If you don't mind my asking... what are your intentions towards the other regions? Do you plan on mending the alliance with Halo?"
It was not just Torchline who had seen a shift in leadership... and Seren was wary of further tension between the governing individuals. Would they keep up this useless grudge with each other... or set that aside for the good of their nations?
When attention was brought to her billowing aura, Seren looked down at herself, and painted a swirling motion with a hand. It was pretty, to be sure. If she kept moving, the darkness seemed to linger longer, and within it distant stars seemed to twinkle and gleam.
"Eh... I don't think so," she murmured, a little sheepish. "My mother... it might be something she did. She wants me to stand out... I declined a suggestion from her to give me a shooting star to ride on. Perhaps she was a little disappointed." Seren shrugged, fondly amused even though she had no proof that this was more than a theory on her part. Maybe it was just something that would have happened to her eventually anyway.
"I hope so, too. Things have been... restless, for a while now." That was an understatement, and Seren still only had the most basic understanding of all that went down with Sunjata and his father, before fires were ever set. Ever since Apopo erupted, it had been one incident after the other, and she could blame no one for being tired and longing for peace. "If you don't mind my asking... what are your intentions towards the other regions? Do you plan on mending the alliance with Halo?"
It was not just Torchline who had seen a shift in leadership... and Seren was wary of further tension between the governing individuals. Would they keep up this useless grudge with each other... or set that aside for the good of their nations?
When attention was brought to her billowing aura, Seren looked down at herself, and painted a swirling motion with a hand. It was pretty, to be sure. If she kept moving, the darkness seemed to linger longer, and within it distant stars seemed to twinkle and gleam.
"Eh... I don't think so," she murmured, a little sheepish. "My mother... it might be something she did. She wants me to stand out... I declined a suggestion from her to give me a shooting star to ride on. Perhaps she was a little disappointed." Seren shrugged, fondly amused even though she had no proof that this was more than a theory on her part. Maybe it was just something that would have happened to her eventually anyway.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
