LOCATION: Under the Mountain; random sitting room/lounge.
TARGET: @wnterstcrms
DETAILS: Current timeline. REMADE and continued from ongoing thread due to tumblr formatting. <3
“I was wondering when I would have the pleasure of your company, Clove.” She purred out each word in a soft crooning voice, full of amusement and surprising warmth, as she trailed the other’s movements with a raised eyebrow.
The ancient - usually motionless and unmoving, reflecting the void of darkness beyond the stars - seemed to uncoil from a heavy, burdening tension when her friend entered the vicinity. Becoming fluid, mirroring the changing faces of the ethereal moon, Seren visibly relaxed. No doubt the burden was from another day of frustrating politics, yet the evening was beginning to look brighter with the arrival of an old friend. There were definite benefits to the mountain’s summons - a chance to reunite with allies and reforge those solid, special bonds.
“You are correct - I have never known you to shy away from anything extraordinary,” a genuine smile stretched across Seren’s features as she remembered the numerous events where Clove had proven that her knowledge, and her fascination with mastering knowledge, would triumph over common sense. Seren had always deeply respected Clove’s commitment to the pursuit of understanding and knowing more. When immortal, why not pursue that level of expertise? After all - knowledge will always be power. “In fact, I am sure you would keenly study any ghost or spectre that should cross your path. They would regret attempting to haunt you as you would make it an experiment.”
The word ‘haunt’ prompted Seren to remember a distant memory - a beaming image of Clove’s marriage and of her late husband. An unusual feeling tugged at the ancient’s ethereal heart - remorse and compassion for Clove’s loss, and admiration for the strength she had portrayed over the centuries. Brushing those terrible thoughts away, Seren huffed out a chuckle at the other’s compliment, but a vain pleasure sparkled in Seren’s complex, cosmic eyes. “Why thank you, Clove, and you are looking as radiant as ever. Of course you may stay here - you always can with me,” she paused to study the other with a more intense scrutiny and dropped her voice to a softer tone - like the whispering touch of a caress; full of twilight's mysteries and the promise of an embrace, “and how have you found the last few days?”