Love, let's talk about love
There was a lot to take in. Certain parts alarmed her more than others, but the gist seemed to be that the meeting had left Sah without the answers he had so wanted.
"The presence of power can be very appealing," she murmured, voicing thoughts on one of the things she had stumbled on. "If you were to meet Frey or Ludo, or Safrin, the air about them would probably affect you in various ways, too. Each according to what they want you to see when gazing at them." She worried at her lip - then remembered his once close ties with Mune. He must know this already. "In a way, I can agree that looking at the present is a good way to form an opinion. But... if you simply stare at a milling anthill with no idea what the activity is about, it will only look like chaos. The present is a direct result of the past... you can't just cut that out and pretend it never happened."
Finding her cheek cupped and lifted, Seren sat up a bit and met Sah's gaze. He looked so serious, so earnest, clearly concerned with what she might think of the offer. It was true that her heart had skipped a beat at the thought, and that the very thought of her friend among the ranks of the Voice was the stuff of nightmares... but he quelled those fears immediately.
A soft smile touched her lips, warmth blooming in her chest... and perhaps a little in the cheeks too from having his face so close, but she pretended not to notice that. "I believe you," she told him. "You do have a choice, Sah. And control over your own fate. There are always options, if you just allow yourself to see them."
She reached up to touch his wrist with soft fingertips. "Is that it, then? They just... told you to think for yourself and left?" Seren was concerned. Troubled over the manipulative nature of this encounter, over the threads she feared might be attempting to latch onto him. To play with his pride and sense of honor and make him go where they wished.
"The presence of power can be very appealing," she murmured, voicing thoughts on one of the things she had stumbled on. "If you were to meet Frey or Ludo, or Safrin, the air about them would probably affect you in various ways, too. Each according to what they want you to see when gazing at them." She worried at her lip - then remembered his once close ties with Mune. He must know this already. "In a way, I can agree that looking at the present is a good way to form an opinion. But... if you simply stare at a milling anthill with no idea what the activity is about, it will only look like chaos. The present is a direct result of the past... you can't just cut that out and pretend it never happened."
Finding her cheek cupped and lifted, Seren sat up a bit and met Sah's gaze. He looked so serious, so earnest, clearly concerned with what she might think of the offer. It was true that her heart had skipped a beat at the thought, and that the very thought of her friend among the ranks of the Voice was the stuff of nightmares... but he quelled those fears immediately.
A soft smile touched her lips, warmth blooming in her chest... and perhaps a little in the cheeks too from having his face so close, but she pretended not to notice that. "I believe you," she told him. "You do have a choice, Sah. And control over your own fate. There are always options, if you just allow yourself to see them."
She reached up to touch his wrist with soft fingertips. "Is that it, then? They just... told you to think for yourself and left?" Seren was concerned. Troubled over the manipulative nature of this encounter, over the threads she feared might be attempting to latch onto him. To play with his pride and sense of honor and make him go where they wished.
Is it anything and everything you hoped for?
SEREN
