12-21-2025, 08:35 PM
Seren. Even her name was pretty. Seren seemed pleased at Casey's response to the journal, and that, in turn, pleased Casey. Casey was all too glad for it. The momentary disappointment she had felt before the woman had made her offer was gone, replaced with only contentment and curiosity. For now, Casey was curious. Seren's responses weren't cold, but she was opening up more. Seren met her gaze for the first time, a gesture that broadened Casey's own smile. Seren's own smile was genuine as well, something Casey always found endearing. There was a moment then after Seren's introduction that felt good - a moment in time that simply existed. A moment like that always felt rare.
Casey turned back to the journals as Seren finished her question. There was an invitation there and Casey was receptive to it. "My southern blood is not a fan of this cold. I can assure you, if I'm out in it, I'm looking for something specific," she said, her smile bright and a light laugh coating her words in the intended humor.
She turned back to the journals and let her gloved hand run across the covers of several of them as she wondered how much to share. "I used to write in them all the time as I was growing up. The thoughts of a young adolescent girl trying to figure out how to maneuver in this strange world," her hand settled on one with a burgundy cover with a brass clasp. She picked it up as she continued and turned to face Seren. "It's been a long time since I have done that. A lot has changed since then. Mostly for the good. This year though, really feels like a new beginning - like it's something that I want to record. Maybe that's weird," she smiled and shrugged amiably. If it was weird it didn't really matter. "What do you think?" she asked Seren, genuinely interested in her response.
Casey turned back to the journals as Seren finished her question. There was an invitation there and Casey was receptive to it. "My southern blood is not a fan of this cold. I can assure you, if I'm out in it, I'm looking for something specific," she said, her smile bright and a light laugh coating her words in the intended humor.
She turned back to the journals and let her gloved hand run across the covers of several of them as she wondered how much to share. "I used to write in them all the time as I was growing up. The thoughts of a young adolescent girl trying to figure out how to maneuver in this strange world," her hand settled on one with a burgundy cover with a brass clasp. She picked it up as she continued and turned to face Seren. "It's been a long time since I have done that. A lot has changed since then. Mostly for the good. This year though, really feels like a new beginning - like it's something that I want to record. Maybe that's weird," she smiled and shrugged amiably. If it was weird it didn't really matter. "What do you think?" she asked Seren, genuinely interested in her response.