Lena
Content to fly for eternities, or at least until something else pulled her away, the rush of wings, feathers, air, and thermals brushed against her soul and enlightened it all. A semblance and taste of freedom, liberation along the earth, until the horizon etched its way into near sunset, and their tasks were drawing to a close.
But not before other curious things it seemed.
The trapdoor intrigued her, and clearly Sohalia as well. I wonder if the tents have a connection to smuggling too? Where they might all be hiding out? Lingering, waiting for opportunities? The Mata Mata drew her eyes too, and she found herself very sidetracked.
But not before other curious things it seemed.
The trapdoor intrigued her, and clearly Sohalia as well. I wonder if the tents have a connection to smuggling too? Where they might all be hiding out? Lingering, waiting for opportunities? The Mata Mata drew her eyes too, and she found herself very sidetracked.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
