destined to roam

Seren

I am magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment
Destined to seek, destined to know

Seren gasped, taken aback by how sharp this woman was. "Yes!" she nodded, not even put out that her thing had been guessed so quickly. There were other white things around of course. Aoife's gravemarker was a white rock standing not far form the lighthouse, and there were seashells littering the cliffs - thrown there by Hels or brought up from the beach by herself - but none were as white as the fog.

"Your turn!" Seren urged, quite pleased with this game. It was fun, far more so than her own solitary collection of rocks. It lay forgotten forgotten on the step beside her.

I am a princess on the way to my throne
Destined to reign, destined to roam