Post by Seth Dawson on Mar 9, 2009 11:03:42 GMT -5
The wheels of the trunk clicked on the stone, and there was a defined thud as he let his duffel bag tall to the ground. Seth brushed his hair off his tanned face, eyes roving over the stones that made the arch. He paused, then turned slightly to the right, sensing her prescence. She had never changed. The boy remembered when, before, he had to look up to see her face, a mask carved of porcelain and moondust. Like a fairy.
"Here?" he said quietly. Seth had gotten quite good at talking without moving his pink lips. Serenity played with a strand of her platinum blonde hair, her clear blue eyes fixed on the arch. She nodded.
"Your killer is here," she whispered, a voice like the breath of a wind on the leaves. A puzzled expression came over her face, and she took a step forward. Seth, sensing her anxiety, said nothing at first, but her puzzled silence became to much for him.
"What?"
Serenity rubbed her temples, wincing with pain. Slowly, she shook her head. "No. Not here. There." She pointed to a fringe of trees beyond the grounds, dark and forbidding. Seth followed her gaze, and when he looked back, she was gone.
He wasn't disturbed, for Serenity often faded suddenly, often for hours or even days at a time. However, he was disappointed. There was a thousand questions he had for her, but they would have to wait. Crystal clear he thought. That was her voice. Light, musical. Seth picked up his duffel bag and the handle of the rolling bag and started for the arch.