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Oh, how her cheeks had turned a shade of pink! His words left her parting her lips as a breath of shock and surprise left them, but she would find that those breaths would come and go sharply as Paetr busied himself with his attentive hands. Her head fell back, resting against the rolled back of her seat, cushioned as if it were crafted with this activity in mind. Eyes fluttering, she listened as Paetr asked her for a song.
"In order to sing, I would need full breaths, darling Paetr..." There, a light amusement sounded in the form of a light chuckle, and yet her chest still rose and fell.
But to weaponise her voice was daunting to a delicate flower as Seryn had grown up to be. She was gentle, but there were times that a temper waited inside her, ready to unleash should she allow it to. Perhaps she inherited her mother's ire, her ability to keep the daughters in line... but Seryn had always wanted to be beautiful, and anger was as ugly as wearing olive green with her pale complexion.
"In order to sing, I would need full breaths, darling Paetr..." There, a light amusement sounded in the form of a light chuckle, and yet her chest still rose and fell.
But to weaponise her voice was daunting to a delicate flower as Seryn had grown up to be. She was gentle, but there were times that a temper waited inside her, ready to unleash should she allow it to. Perhaps she inherited her mother's ire, her ability to keep the daughters in line... but Seryn had always wanted to be beautiful, and anger was as ugly as wearing olive green with her pale complexion.