Seren
A slight wrinkling of Seren's nose suggested that she did not enjoy sorting things into such categories. Everything had its own beauty, all things its own worth, and to let a thing break because there was something else that shone brighter just did not sit right with her.
"I think I may be a little greedy," she admitted as she watched the balls ascend into the night, not without regret. "Especially when the priorities circle around people. I don't feel so far removed from anyone that their troubles don't deserve to be at least heard... Though I admit that it's been difficult, lately." She had felt her own smile begin to fade, how the enthusiasm over new interesting things became obscured by looming stormclouds.
Reaching out her arms to slip back into her mother's embrace, Seren wanted to breathe deep of the familiar fragrance, as if inhaling it might lend her some of Safrin's strength.
"I'm concerned about Halo, and my exiled friends who are now without a home, and without many allies." Noah, Hotaru, yes, but Deimos most of all. The man had seemed so tired, lately. "I worry about Stormbreak too, and children who never get a chance to live. I want to give them that... but someone said their deaths are the will of the Gods, and that's been troubling me."
Chewing her lip, Seren sighed softly. "And I worry about myself, too. Some days... I wonder if I didn't grow up too quickly. Or skipped some vital step.... because I seem to be struggling with matters that others my age take for granted." A faint flush crept onto her cheeks just thinking about it, let alone telling her mother... But Ronin had been right, Safrin really might want to know about the worries she's been having. And if she told one parent, it was only fair that she told both.
"I think I may be a little greedy," she admitted as she watched the balls ascend into the night, not without regret. "Especially when the priorities circle around people. I don't feel so far removed from anyone that their troubles don't deserve to be at least heard... Though I admit that it's been difficult, lately." She had felt her own smile begin to fade, how the enthusiasm over new interesting things became obscured by looming stormclouds.
Reaching out her arms to slip back into her mother's embrace, Seren wanted to breathe deep of the familiar fragrance, as if inhaling it might lend her some of Safrin's strength.
"I'm concerned about Halo, and my exiled friends who are now without a home, and without many allies." Noah, Hotaru, yes, but Deimos most of all. The man had seemed so tired, lately. "I worry about Stormbreak too, and children who never get a chance to live. I want to give them that... but someone said their deaths are the will of the Gods, and that's been troubling me."
Chewing her lip, Seren sighed softly. "And I worry about myself, too. Some days... I wonder if I didn't grow up too quickly. Or skipped some vital step.... because I seem to be struggling with matters that others my age take for granted." A faint flush crept onto her cheeks just thinking about it, let alone telling her mother... But Ronin had been right, Safrin really might want to know about the worries she's been having. And if she told one parent, it was only fair that she told both.
The torturous stars are taking every breath I wish I held
The love in my heart is never ending
The love in my heart is never ending
