// think of the sun that shaped them //
“Probably any,” she mused, straightening out and studying the lengths of the altar. Adjusting a few berries, and adding a few more colors she’d held within her grasp, it didn’t look as decent as it had before dragon wings, but it would do. She could probably conjure something else within the Celestine as well, truly ensure Frey understood her notions, her allegiance, her ideals and beliefs. “So maybe pick a favorite.”
Turning to glance back at Maea, and finding the offered bloom, she hesitantly picked it out of her palm, placing it amidst a myriad of other colors, vivid and strong. The promise echoed, but the Caretaker couldn’t do anything about it – it’d be entirely up to the Ancient herself. “All right, good luck,” she murmured instead, granting a small smile. Everything would have to remain to be seen.
Thereafter though, she dusted her hands off. “There, that looks almost back to normal. Thank you.” For opting to help anyways – from there though, they could depart however they deigned optimal; some education instilled for better or worse.
[FIN]
Turning to glance back at Maea, and finding the offered bloom, she hesitantly picked it out of her palm, placing it amidst a myriad of other colors, vivid and strong. The promise echoed, but the Caretaker couldn’t do anything about it – it’d be entirely up to the Ancient herself. “All right, good luck,” she murmured instead, granting a small smile. Everything would have to remain to be seen.
Thereafter though, she dusted her hands off. “There, that looks almost back to normal. Thank you.” For opting to help anyways – from there though, they could depart however they deigned optimal; some education instilled for better or worse.
[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
