You have so much of everything but still you wanted more
She did not take long in catching up. Not quite able to keep up with the speed of the hellhound, Seren's lightened feet and ground-swallowing strides still left her only a few heartbeats behind. When she came bounding up to Deimos, night cloaked and tousled-haired and playfully tagged him on the shoulder, the young woman was only mildly out of breath and carried a wide grin on her face. Bright and cheerful again, after the long run. Her light was not only easy to dim - a sky where even stormclouds passed quickly by, and the capacity for finding silver linings was near endless.
"Told you I could keep up," Seren grinned, and pushed the unbound hair back out of the face. "This place is nice... I wonder if the sea freezes over in Deepfrost? It might be nice to go ice-skating if it does."
A shadow winged past the sun overhead and cast her face in blue for a moment. Umbra had returned from his hunt, scattering seagull feathers in his wake as he made ready to devour the meal. Picking up a long white quill, Seren twirled it between her fingers for a moment, then popped open her pocket space and let it vanish into nothingness.
Casting a thoughtful glance at Deimos, she suddenly grinned and rummaged around in the starfilled void for a moment, before retracting her hand. Withdrawing, impossibly, the long wooden heft of a spear as she did so, until she was left standing with a polearm taller than herself reclined against a slender shoulder. The curved blade at the tip of the spear might be blunted for sparring, but gleamed viciously in the sun all the same - a sickle moon strayed into day, with lethal potential.
"I've been practicing," she told him, eyes glittering as she wiggled her eyebrows. "Care for some more exercise?"
"Told you I could keep up," Seren grinned, and pushed the unbound hair back out of the face. "This place is nice... I wonder if the sea freezes over in Deepfrost? It might be nice to go ice-skating if it does."
A shadow winged past the sun overhead and cast her face in blue for a moment. Umbra had returned from his hunt, scattering seagull feathers in his wake as he made ready to devour the meal. Picking up a long white quill, Seren twirled it between her fingers for a moment, then popped open her pocket space and let it vanish into nothingness.
Casting a thoughtful glance at Deimos, she suddenly grinned and rummaged around in the starfilled void for a moment, before retracting her hand. Withdrawing, impossibly, the long wooden heft of a spear as she did so, until she was left standing with a polearm taller than herself reclined against a slender shoulder. The curved blade at the tip of the spear might be blunted for sparring, but gleamed viciously in the sun all the same - a sickle moon strayed into day, with lethal potential.
"I've been practicing," she told him, eyes glittering as she wiggled her eyebrows. "Care for some more exercise?"
Seren
