Recent content by Erren Serris

Yuna had always been a tad on the romantic side of things, so Erren had held faith that she'd understand what she needed to do once he'd brought up the matter of her heart. Indeed, she sprang up with a newfound determination, and that usual twinkle in her eyes returned. For all of about ten...

Erren made no more attempt to pull details or specifics from Yuna's aching heart; It was obvious she'd already agonized endlessly over sharing even this much with him, which did make him wonder what her plan would have been had he not been tasked with aiding the Department. More likely, there...

"Vel Zaphris." Erren hummed in an echo of Amos' words as he thrummed his fingers along the surface of the spent crystal he'd been gifted. "Oh, I'm certain I can find an excuse to make that trip at some point. I daresay some of my 'colleagues' would jump at the chance to be rid of me for...

Erren's intuition was not a gift he'd been born with; This was not the first time a student had come to him with a worry. In fact, it was not even the first time that Yuna herself had come to him with a concern. It just so happened that this time, the stakes were a bit higher. Fairweather...

As Erren extended his arm closer to Amos, the cobalt serpent slowly uncoiled itself from him and pushed itself across the gap between the two scholars. The violent flicking of the Allita's tongue may have seemed somewhat threatening, but it calmly met Amos's shoulder, softly hissing in...

Erren had witnessed firsthand the complexity with which the now ex-Maester's domain was hidden. He hadn't, however, been privy to any lethal deterrents hidden within the office. More than likely that was by design, of course: Last time he'd been in the room had been with the woman herself...

Erren nodded, and his eyes flicked down to his tie. As if on cue, the cobalt garment began to move, uncoiling itself from Serris' neck and revealing itself not to be a tie at all. It was, in fact, a serpent of dazzling blue, with intricate patterns along its skin that made it look as though it...

Before Hieron had even spoken a word, Erren already stood still in the doorway, a knowing smile resting on his lips. He'd gotten the feeling that Pangloss wouldn't pass up an opportunity to snoop around the domain of a person like Veliata. If Hieron could be considered worldly and knowledgeable...

Erren reached out to receive the box with the gentle care one would take in handling a newborn, slowly bringing it to his chest, and supporting it with the width of his arms. It was unfortunate, he thought to himself, that he could not provide Amos with a greater means to further his research...

Erren had dealt with his fair share of nervous students. Though he was no longer in the profession of teaching those younger than him, that experience had not left him. He gave her time to compose herself, to silently sort out her words and arrange them before they left her lips. Serris had his...

"Yuna." Gone was the professional, confident, and ever-so-calm voice he'd always used around his students. The false smile he'd placed upon his lips faded back into the serious expression he'd been wearing before she'd knocked upon his door as he leaned forward on his desk, eyes fixed on the...

"It will work, Amos. You'll have to trust me on this one." The young man would be right to feel cautious about how much information regarding his work met the public ear as a result of this little exchange, but his concerns could be somewhat mitigated by Erren himself. Serris followed closely...

It was with a snap of a finger that Serris decided upon the correct course of action. There was indeed a way in which he could report these findings to his superiors in Elbion without compromising Amos' work in any substantial way. In fact, Amos' efforts may just help him out of a pickle...

To call it an office would have been a bit of a stretch-- Erren's assigned place of work was little more than a repurposed storage room cleared of dust and junk, with the desk that had once been front and center in his classroom now haphazardly placed near the back of the dark, dank repository...

Erren counted himself lucky that Hieron was here to so easily flip his concerns around. When he was a student, he'd found the old man's boundless optimism infuriating. Age had taught him to appreciate such a mindset, especially when he'd lost his ability to hold such a positive outlook himself...