[Closed/Incomplete]
Characters: Serah Farron (fatemarked) and the Unicorn (not_a_mare)
Setting/Location: The Caravan’s Lookout.
Date & Time: Backdated to Day 11, morning, after the Unicorn meets with Kilgarrah.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Serah runs into a familiar face she hasn't seen since her time inside a certain castle's cell.
Serah Farron woke as soon as the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through her room’s window and into her eyelids. It took her some time, however, to fully become alert, lying underneath the covers in a sort of drowsy limbo, straddling the line between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her sleep had been fitful at best, having woken up several times during the night, anxious, with her heart threatening to burst out of her chest. Though the night’s events were hardly unique, barely differing from the previous night’s routine or the night before it. She couldn’t help it, and Serah knew the anxiety she felt during the nighttime hours would take some time to fade completely. Ever since she had woken up in Beast’s castle cell, it was hard for her to push away the fear that she’d fall asleep only to wake up somewhere else, cold and alone, or that she’d come to realize that everything she had experienced here had been nothing but another passing dream, part of her eternal slumber in crystal stasis.
But her worries had once again been proven otherwise. She was still here. And so were Snow and her sister. It was a relief, and she greeted the morning with a sort of drowsy enthusiasm.
When Serah managed to finally push herself out of bed, she slipped on a pair of slippers as well as a thin white jacket to wear over her pajamas-all clothes that she had managed to find within a few of the caravan’s unused bedrooms, apparently free for her use, having no owners to claim them. She then staggered sleepily out of her bedroom within the Beta tower, heading down a spiraling set of stairs and onto the caravan’s fourth floor. From there, she made a deliberate beeline for the lookout, steeping out of the caravan’s hallways and into the peaceful and cool morning air.
Were it not for the monster attack the previous day, Serah would have undoubtedly have thrown on her regular clothes and headed into the town to explore and enjoy the the quiet ambiance it offered. But, for now, caution seemed to be warranted, so she settled for the lookout instead, leaning pensively on its easternmost railing, watching the sun continue to rise in the east. The early morning hours were nearly halfway spent, the sun having all ready made its way above expansive treeline and continuing to climb.
But Serah still intended to enjoy the morning while it lasted, before more people began to stir.