Seras sat on the ground, humming a soft lullaby. Her tune wasn't on Eris' level, but still. There was no denying that her voice was magical.
She gently stroked the red hair of her daughter as she slumbered after flying completely out of control.
Seras was many things. But the thing she prided herself the most on was her duality.
Fresh after a battle, her child needed her, and she hadn't hesitate to sing to her. To quell her.
She was such a stark difference from the maniacal warrior who had lunged into a horde of demons and hacked them apart by the tens of dozens.
She was an enigma of a woman to observe. Understanding her fully meant that you were not far from climbing the steps towards nirvana.
"It's so amusing... Our little girl is 8,000 years old already and she's lived without throwing a tantrum all this time. But she does have her father's rage after all."
