Who am I, that the morning star would light the way for my wandering heart?
Seren hummed thoughtfully, and watched the wyrmlings through narrowed eyes. "That is a good idea," she said. "I think I know a way to make it a little more interesting, though." Glancing at Lena, she offered the other woman a mischievous wink. Easy as breathing, Seren extended a pulse of will towards her and lightened them both as much as she could. Gravity became a thing of little concern; clothes and hair alike began drifting, and when the chain of wyrms and dragons suddenly lurched forward they were pulled along like buoys dragged behind a ship.
"Hold on!" she laughed, and belatedly hoped that Lena did not have a fear of heights. Or magic. This was going to be one wild ride, if Umbra's determined pursuit of the not-so-smug-anymore wyrms was any indication.
"Hold on!" she laughed, and belatedly hoped that Lena did not have a fear of heights. Or magic. This was going to be one wild ride, if Umbra's determined pursuit of the not-so-smug-anymore wyrms was any indication.
Seren
