#seraa

Vorain walked away with an immense sense of mirth, a calm joy about him, and refreshed even with all he wanted to process from the time with Seraa. Miss Longveil, Mary, and a few others spoke so lovelily about her. He understood why she was so beloved, their meetings always a welcome escape from the games he played about the day. He hummed low, a song he kept close to him...One that none other than he sang to himself in quiet moments. 

He smiled as he noted how Seraa had taken the question from his lips, a question to ask to join her on the eve’s musings and reflections. She gave him a very sly expression as he halted his question as they started at the same time and he was about to ask of her the same. May he join her? He could come along, the company welcome.

He talked with her, in a manner that was easier for him and his mind was able to let slip to the tongue quickly. It was hard to gather his thoughts in a coherent manner for others and so to just speak his mind was a relief. She listened, queried curiously and as she lead him through the dark streets they ended up below the Slaughtered Lamb. Their meditations beginning, more words...More questions. Almost as if a back and forth sway to the talk they were exchanging. 

"Is it not customary for you...To exchange something with others? What would you offer one so beloved?"

Vorain grinned a bit, a turn of the tables so to speak. He asked in return…

"And what would you desire of me?" 

The woman knew already it seemed, she assured no tricks, no bluffing...He offered her his blood and she wrote him a parchment of significance...He signed his mark instead of taking some of the remaining blood. A curious gesture to the mysterious elf, but she continued along.

She offered her gift, he took it gratefully and with some reverence. They parted not long after, their evenings concluding as it were. 

Vorain looked down with light surprise, but smirked a little and bowed his head. "It is good to see you, here of all places colored me momentarily surprised." He admired her untamed hair and moved a strand out of her face. "Your eyes glow with knowing and a delightful mischeviousness."

“It does not escape my notice that the question asked what I love of my... best friend, but not the name of said being.” A gentle smirk crept briefly across Seraa’s features, only to fade into something more thoughtful.

“Simple... acceptance, something that grown rarer as years have progressed. Nearness and a smile of welcome that bears no... contingency, does not demand explanation or offer belittlement. Does not ask question of that... which is not offered, does not pretend to know.”

She canted her head, “Simple and yet rare, no?”

The Longveil-Morrowsun sisters are both mischievous in their own fashion.

For Seraanna @longveil, it often goes unnoticed. She enjoys subtle wordplay, double entendres, and even some indirect puns - though it often goes unnoticed because people expect her to be so serious and ominous all the time. All the more reason to do so, because it becomes so easy to get away with. She's also fully aware that people often find her difficult to understand - and while there are firm and solid reasons for why Seraa speaks in the manner she often does, there are times she plays it for all its worth just to see the effect it has on others.

@annadia-thorn is more the practical joker (although she doesn't often get a chance), and is entirely the type to use a whoopie cushion, tell a dirty joke, or unscrew the top of the salt shaker. Low humor, indeed.