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
Did she? That Aurelia thought she had to be forgiven for her magic in the first place made Seren's hands tighten on the staff, harder and harder until her skin prickled and stung. Doubt was a gnawing, treacherous thing, a seed planted by Nate's heated words and the roots were given more hold for every dirty little secret she uncovered. Stormbreak, it's defenses, and the price that was paid for them... it all made her ears ring, pulse raising until she wanted to scream. She ought to just see a shrine, speak to her mother about it... but she was afraid. Terrified of the answer she might get.
"You have nothing to be forgiven for," was all she managed to say, echoing the thoughts that kept ringing on repeat in her head. "Magic is not a sin."
Seren meant to stalk off, to put some distance between them - this really was not going well, she was not liking Aurelia an ounce better for all that she tried - but she only made it a few yards before a rumble and sway of the bridge announced the presence of something else on the bridge. Looking up, she was startled to see a mass of gourds come rolling, tumbling, bouncing towards her. Big ones, small ones, gourds in every shape, color and size kept pouring in like some horrific vegetable tide.
Reflexively Seren raised her staff and sank into a ready stance. "Uh, Aurelia? We've got company." A quick glance to the sky sent a star tumbling down; it broke into fragments and coalesced into a star-wolf in front of her, poised to defend. But the onslaught... "Stars above, there's no end to them!"
"You have nothing to be forgiven for," was all she managed to say, echoing the thoughts that kept ringing on repeat in her head. "Magic is not a sin."
Seren meant to stalk off, to put some distance between them - this really was not going well, she was not liking Aurelia an ounce better for all that she tried - but she only made it a few yards before a rumble and sway of the bridge announced the presence of something else on the bridge. Looking up, she was startled to see a mass of gourds come rolling, tumbling, bouncing towards her. Big ones, small ones, gourds in every shape, color and size kept pouring in like some horrific vegetable tide.
Reflexively Seren raised her staff and sank into a ready stance. "Uh, Aurelia? We've got company." A quick glance to the sky sent a star tumbling down; it broke into fragments and coalesced into a star-wolf in front of her, poised to defend. But the onslaught... "Stars above, there's no end to them!"
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
