Getting to Know

Serephine was a gentle young woman from what Chrysanthe could tell. The alpha wondered though, what was on her mind - because it was clear from the get go that whatever it was was heavy. She would nod at the other's words, and she was glad that the dark fae felt that she would be able to readjust. Yet with her second question, the other would hesitate for a moment. It wasn't something that Chrysanthe expected, but she wouldn't push, wouldn't rush the other. The woman was glad that she had accepted her offer to talk, even if the matters weren't exactly chipper ones. Finally, with an exhale, Serephine would speak, giving a little taste of what had been plaguing her thoughts lately.



She didn't feel like she belonged.



Demonio had been scarce, and so much was going on, it was something that Chrysanthe herself was used to - nothing ever stayed the same for long. And yet for her members, surely it felt like too much, so much that they weren't involved in, that they just had to roll with and accept. "What do you think is pushing you away Seraphine? I don't want you feeling this way, believe me." If she truly felt that she didn't belong here, that she should move on and start fresh elsewhere, then Chrysanthe would, albeit reluctantly, let her go. Yet she hoped that this was something that could change - she just needed a better idea as to how she could change it. "Your father loves you, despite his distance. He's been through a lot." She was sure of that much - Demonio was a passionate man, but distant after losing the love of his life, and then his eye after the war. He had seen it all - it didn't surprise her that he was taking some time to himself. And yet - he shouldn't leave his daughter waiting like this... "We all have." Seraphine had seen nearly everything that her father had in terms of war - and she was so young. "Despite that - I want Valhalla to be your home." And she would do what she could for the other female to feel that way. "Is there anything that I can do?"