Seren
"That would be fun!" she nodded, enthusiasm still going strong even as her eyelids began to droop. "Mmh, I think he just doesn't want me to learn it from him," she mused. "He said himself that he was a bit of a rogue, so he probably can't say anything if I am, too." Holding up a hand to cover her mouth as a yawn refused to be bitten back, she finished the last of the tea. The dregs were slightly bitter, curling her tongue before the flavor faded. Mellow as a Flowerbirth eve.
Tilting her head around where it rested against the back of the chair, Seren smiled sleepily at herfriend brother. "Tired," she admitted, "and not as sore. I might survive tomorrow after all." The only hurdle now was to get back to her room. Leaving the smoldering embers of a dying fire, and this pleasant company, would be a trial. "What about you, are you okay?" But perhaps it wasn't sore feet that plagued Locke.
Tilting her head around where it rested against the back of the chair, Seren smiled sleepily at her
It's written in the stars above
Exactly who we are is just enough
Exactly who we are is just enough
