LENA
it's not a sad song
The last time Lena had picked through pockets of debris, it had been amidst fallen Towers in the aftermath of the Ascended attack. She’d found her sister within its contents soon after – and though that dreadful thought crossed her mind, she continued and persisted, head down, eyes occasionally wandering to see what Sah was collecting, and what they’d find valuable here – to salvage and save.
Her heart panged at tiny, dusty, sooty stuffed animals, or even a longlost weapon, some family heirloom cracked and damaged. Newfound determination set along her jawline, and her fingers lightly touched along rocks and debris, edges of broken wood, before finding a dagger, and gingerly setting it aside.
At the words though, she nodded. “I’ll be going there soon too.” Then, out of curiosity, and because she figured it would eventually intermingle with the Celestine, her head tilted vaguely. “Have you had any influx of the void creatures here?”
Her heart panged at tiny, dusty, sooty stuffed animals, or even a longlost weapon, some family heirloom cracked and damaged. Newfound determination set along her jawline, and her fingers lightly touched along rocks and debris, edges of broken wood, before finding a dagger, and gingerly setting it aside.
At the words though, she nodded. “I’ll be going there soon too.” Then, out of curiosity, and because she figured it would eventually intermingle with the Celestine, her head tilted vaguely. “Have you had any influx of the void creatures here?”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
