This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
Watching with some small strain of competitiveness how Sunjata managed to one-up her in the throwing contest - made up entirely in her head - Seren clapped and smiled at the crooked foot of the duck.
"It gives it more character," she decided. "I could do something for your throat, if you like? Mother taught me a new trick."
She reached for a new set of bean-bags. There was no line for the stall, and the game was interesting enough to keep her occupied. Sunjata's comment made her pause with a hand posed to throw, stilling as the bright expression dimmed slightly. A cloud passing across the sun.
"I told your Arbiter everything I know," she replied, more subdued. "Aurelia. Did she not pass it on?"
It was not exactly the kind of topic she enjoyed thinking about. Especially not at a place like this, meant to be fun and relaxing.
"It gives it more character," she decided. "I could do something for your throat, if you like? Mother taught me a new trick."
She reached for a new set of bean-bags. There was no line for the stall, and the game was interesting enough to keep her occupied. Sunjata's comment made her pause with a hand posed to throw, stilling as the bright expression dimmed slightly. A cloud passing across the sun.
"I told your Arbiter everything I know," she replied, more subdued. "Aurelia. Did she not pass it on?"
It was not exactly the kind of topic she enjoyed thinking about. Especially not at a place like this, meant to be fun and relaxing.
Seren
