Lena
Anju was correct – Lena could harbor multitudes of secrets and confident presses, all sealed away with trusted ease. She likely held fewer notions simply based on time’s sake and busy parameters – her social hours justifiably scarce and vacant depending on the hour of the day. But she’d always bend a listening ear for those in need, especially friends like Anju, who seemed to hold it all contained within.
Her eyes rounded slightly, alarmed, at the truth uttered – distress, craving to leave the post, overburdened perhaps. “Oh dear,” she slipped, gaze going downward. “Have we not been doing enough for her?” An immediate thought of the Council, or Stormbreak at large, not taking hold of their own responsibilities. “It is a large role to fill, and I would hate for her to feel as though she’s taken on too much.” Her fingers interlocked with one another, mind absorbed in solving or pouring salve over a problem. “Do you think anyone would be willing to share leadership with her?”
The animals were their own trials and tribulations, and Lena did look away as one fell – even though she was well immersed in what it meant for creatures to fade and die, she still didn’t want to be the hand guiding it to death’s door. “I wish we knew the cause. Then we might be able to stop the spread.”
Her eyes rounded slightly, alarmed, at the truth uttered – distress, craving to leave the post, overburdened perhaps. “Oh dear,” she slipped, gaze going downward. “Have we not been doing enough for her?” An immediate thought of the Council, or Stormbreak at large, not taking hold of their own responsibilities. “It is a large role to fill, and I would hate for her to feel as though she’s taken on too much.” Her fingers interlocked with one another, mind absorbed in solving or pouring salve over a problem. “Do you think anyone would be willing to share leadership with her?”
The animals were their own trials and tribulations, and Lena did look away as one fell – even though she was well immersed in what it meant for creatures to fade and die, she still didn’t want to be the hand guiding it to death’s door. “I wish we knew the cause. Then we might be able to stop the spread.”
little more like coming home
