forget the horror here
IT'S FUTURE RUST & IT'S FUTURE DUST--
She considered Bexley in the fragile moment of silence between them, eyes darting down her sleek, golden frame, soft flaxen locks of hair, eyes of brilliant blue – it was impossible to deny that the Champion of Community was a beauty, though Seraphina was, admittedly, far more interested in whether or not the rumors of the girl’s vicious tongue were founded. She knew nothing of Bexley; she’d found the time to speak with the other ranked members of Day, but the two ran in different circles. When the golden girl does respond to her, it is with a smile that feels too wide, though far from unpleasant. “Good morning,” She replied to her greeting, almost idly, and it seemed like the golden girl was about to give her a task when-
Her eyes found the familiar, navy shape of Voltaire, dark coat (like midnight) still so out-of-place among the pale sands of the desert. She offered him a sharp nod of greeting, before her attention returned to Bexley. She followed the golden girl’s line of sight to the bank of the Oasis; Seraphina could just make out the shallow indentations where each torch is to be placed. “Sure,” was her only reply, before she moved to take a pair of torches, then carried them to the bank to begin to drive them in the grooves.
Behind her, she heard the familiar voice of Vadim, who greeted Bexley enthusiastically; still as cheerful as ever, she noted. (It was good to have a bit of levity in Solterra, though – he was certainly a rarity.) Seraphina remained focused on the task at hand, however, offering little more than another nod in greeting – she wasn’t even entirely sure if the sage noticed it. As she worked, she tried to visualize what the Champion of Community was attempting to accomplish with the torches and desert flowers – it was a more natural celebration than she’d ever seen, free of the ritzy glamour she’d always seen in Zolin’s. This was better, she thought; like a breath of fresh air.
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I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
