Lena
The Grotto had always given Lena a sense of misgiving – whether it was the arrangement of animals within, some individuals she’d met alongside it, or something else altogether – but she wouldn’t let it show. Buoyant, light, and kind, she continued to survey, immediately struck by the bizarre entanglements. The chest, had she been privy to fingers and hands, would’ve been an easy target out of pure curiosity, and the nests, due to her Caretaker business, and she could’ve found much more, but she was distracted by Everest’s voice and Soh’s determination.
Plenty, she gave over to him. A chest, braided roots, nests, and a crashed sky boat. Inwardly shrugging her shoulders, for she couldn’t in bird form, she let Everest be the deciding factor. I don’t mind exploring any of them – we can start with the skyboat if everyone wants.
Plenty, she gave over to him. A chest, braided roots, nests, and a crashed sky boat. Inwardly shrugging her shoulders, for she couldn’t in bird form, she let Everest be the deciding factor. I don’t mind exploring any of them – we can start with the skyboat if everyone wants.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
