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02-24-2016, 09:23 PM
Seren
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interstellar
There was an intake of breath nearby, but to hear ears it sounded just like the wind pushing leaves, like the gentle, light rasp of the tips of the greenery brushing across a rough surface. Yet it was enough to bring her head around, as words drifted to her ears. Seren, in her stupor beneath the lights, was a little startled. The sudden voice, coupled with her blinded eye and her watching the lights, living in memories past were the reason for her start.
Her skin twitched as her head snapped around, almost violently. Her eyes, both wide as fear rose sharp in her mind's eye, lurking at the periphery and waiting to grip her soul, make her run. Seren was ready in that moment to run, but the voice was not loud. It was not cruel. There was nothing harsh to it.
While though, she was ready to move along and embrace the fact she could not change the past, her arrival in Helovia was so turbulent, and haunted her.
She had not arrived like the others.
Her gaze locked upon this one who spoke. She drank in the detail of the creamy coloured mare, whose auburn hair so brilliantly matched her features, her eyes bright against the silvery shimmer of her coat. Seren could see the two little horns protruding from her head, and for a moment there she had forgotten her own. In this moment, Seren wishes she had littler ones like this mare, but that was not to be true.
So instead she inhales, swallowing the lump in her throat that threatened to choke the words from her.
Seren faces her to allow her silver eye to focus clearly, the glint to them bashful in the wake of realising what words had been said.... “I am no goddess,” she says in a quiet voice, so small and meek in this vast mountainous region. “My name is Seren,” she says, her voice a little stronger this time as she speaks.
Seren hesitates for a moment, but looks at her, wondering, “Do you live here?” The colourful daughter of Nocturne ends off by giving a small smile. She hopes that her question will not upset the mare; it had been too long since Seren had held a conversation, and her social skills were lacking, to say the least... but there was only one way to relearn this.
Her skin twitched as her head snapped around, almost violently. Her eyes, both wide as fear rose sharp in her mind's eye, lurking at the periphery and waiting to grip her soul, make her run. Seren was ready in that moment to run, but the voice was not loud. It was not cruel. There was nothing harsh to it.
While though, she was ready to move along and embrace the fact she could not change the past, her arrival in Helovia was so turbulent, and haunted her.
She had not arrived like the others.
Her gaze locked upon this one who spoke. She drank in the detail of the creamy coloured mare, whose auburn hair so brilliantly matched her features, her eyes bright against the silvery shimmer of her coat. Seren could see the two little horns protruding from her head, and for a moment there she had forgotten her own. In this moment, Seren wishes she had littler ones like this mare, but that was not to be true.
So instead she inhales, swallowing the lump in her throat that threatened to choke the words from her.
Seren faces her to allow her silver eye to focus clearly, the glint to them bashful in the wake of realising what words had been said.... “I am no goddess,” she says in a quiet voice, so small and meek in this vast mountainous region. “My name is Seren,” she says, her voice a little stronger this time as she speaks.
Seren hesitates for a moment, but looks at her, wondering, “Do you live here?” The colourful daughter of Nocturne ends off by giving a small smile. She hopes that her question will not upset the mare; it had been too long since Seren had held a conversation, and her social skills were lacking, to say the least... but there was only one way to relearn this.
@Elspeth
