This is the long forgotten light at the end of the world
If this had been a book, Seren would likely have rolled her eyes and sighed at the mushy lines and skipped ahead a few pages, to see if there wouldn't be any action coming up soon. In real life, with sweet words delivered her own way, she found it far less tedious indeed. Oblivious to the milling crowd, in that moment she knew only the hand on her cheek, the amber eyes of her friend and a fluttering, nervous sort of happiness that sputtered to life within her chest.
Until, that is, a young wolf leaped up onto the bench and wriggled in between them, shattering the mood with whines and slobbering licks to the face. Seren laughed in surprise and wiped at her face, and recoiled with eyelashes fluttering when her forehead was flicked. Playful and gentle, perhaps, but no less of a callback to where they were, and what they were supposed to be doing.
"Right," she mumbled, rubbing at her forehead. "Let's do that."
Her thoughts remained scattered as she turned back to her lantern, however. The last assembly was done more on feel than anything else, because Seren was very much focused inward. Flustered in hindsight upon looking back on the conversation with Sah, and all the hugs and... now this. And she had cried again. Not much, but enough to be annoyed over. It was concerning. All of it. Most of all the lingering feeling of emptiness in her hands, like something vital was missing now that she wasn't holding on to -
No. Nope. Not going there.
Scowling at nothing in particular, the girl set her finished lantern aside and reached for felt and wool and some needle and thread. Any time her shoulder bumped into Sah's she almost flinched, but very stubbornly the girl neither moved away or shifted closer.
"Tell me more about Mune?" she requested quite suddenly - almost blurting the words out, in desperate need of a distraction.
Until, that is, a young wolf leaped up onto the bench and wriggled in between them, shattering the mood with whines and slobbering licks to the face. Seren laughed in surprise and wiped at her face, and recoiled with eyelashes fluttering when her forehead was flicked. Playful and gentle, perhaps, but no less of a callback to where they were, and what they were supposed to be doing.
"Right," she mumbled, rubbing at her forehead. "Let's do that."
Her thoughts remained scattered as she turned back to her lantern, however. The last assembly was done more on feel than anything else, because Seren was very much focused inward. Flustered in hindsight upon looking back on the conversation with Sah, and all the hugs and... now this. And she had cried again. Not much, but enough to be annoyed over. It was concerning. All of it. Most of all the lingering feeling of emptiness in her hands, like something vital was missing now that she wasn't holding on to -
No. Nope. Not going there.
Scowling at nothing in particular, the girl set her finished lantern aside and reached for felt and wool and some needle and thread. Any time her shoulder bumped into Sah's she almost flinched, but very stubbornly the girl neither moved away or shifted closer.
"Tell me more about Mune?" she requested quite suddenly - almost blurting the words out, in desperate need of a distraction.
Seren
