SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
The tale really was more sad than scary, yet Seren was treated to some goosbumps and shivers all the same, while imagining the grief-stricken woman wandering the shores of the river, crying for her lost son.
A wistful sigh slipped from her, and she slumped over on her belly, sprawled out amidst the cusions with her head half buried in one of them. "That's sad," she whined softly, full of sympathy. "Now I want to go talk to a banshee. And pet a Cait-sith. I wonder if Delphia would come along..." It had been much too long since she met Mort's daughter.
Grimacing slightly and shifting about when the sore bruises on her stomach came under pressure, the girl sat up and rubbed it gingerly. Beckoning for one of the kittens, it came over and poked a playful paw at her abdomen. The glow of starlight intensified, and slowly the purple coloration began to fade, as the injury was healed. "That's better," she sighed, contentedly.
A wistful sigh slipped from her, and she slumped over on her belly, sprawled out amidst the cusions with her head half buried in one of them. "That's sad," she whined softly, full of sympathy. "Now I want to go talk to a banshee. And pet a Cait-sith. I wonder if Delphia would come along..." It had been much too long since she met Mort's daughter.
Grimacing slightly and shifting about when the sore bruises on her stomach came under pressure, the girl sat up and rubbed it gingerly. Beckoning for one of the kittens, it came over and poked a playful paw at her abdomen. The glow of starlight intensified, and slowly the purple coloration began to fade, as the injury was healed. "That's better," she sighed, contentedly.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in