Hey, starchild, are you listening?
Unnoticed, Seren lingered where she was as the tolling of a bell somewhere unleased a bustle of pushed back chairs, assembled books and utensils and chatting children. The focus of her attention was moving too, and as she watched him, she kept thinking up interesting ways to draw his gaze. She could simply walk up to him, she supposed, but... what was the fun in that?
So it was with a mischievous little smile Seren summoned a butterfly between her cupped hands, and set it loose to flutter through the classroom. In the light of day the gleam of starlight was hardly noticeable, and the wings only looked very very white. Winging its way towards Mateo, Seren meant to have it circle the boys head and then return to her, hopefully drawing his gaze as well. Leaned back casually against the wall in her Dragoon uniform, she figured she'd be easy enough to spot.
Now she just had to hope he remembered her, from their trip home together on Ronin's nimbus. It had been very dark, and very late.
So it was with a mischievous little smile Seren summoned a butterfly between her cupped hands, and set it loose to flutter through the classroom. In the light of day the gleam of starlight was hardly noticeable, and the wings only looked very very white. Winging its way towards Mateo, Seren meant to have it circle the boys head and then return to her, hopefully drawing his gaze as well. Leaned back casually against the wall in her Dragoon uniform, she figured she'd be easy enough to spot.
Now she just had to hope he remembered her, from their trip home together on Ronin's nimbus. It had been very dark, and very late.
Seren
