LENA
it's not a sad song
Her fingers touched upon a few other trinkets and baubles, ornamental designs once carved or riveted by hand. Her ministrations were careful over the contents, softly dusting them away from debris or refuse, before placing them alongside other fallen and found brethren – hoping their owners would eventually be reunited with the tokens.
The answer caused her head to tilt, but without much more information than that, she’d have to pry. “What was reported? I’ve been trying to compile notes as best I can – in case they come to the Celestine, or others want to know.” Or were aching to encounter…but Lena wasn’t one of them.
As for Stormbreak’s, she nodded slowly, sifting through another pile. “Some Mata Mata, Rock Sliders, ravens, and even books, have become something of an anomaly.”
The answer caused her head to tilt, but without much more information than that, she’d have to pry. “What was reported? I’ve been trying to compile notes as best I can – in case they come to the Celestine, or others want to know.” Or were aching to encounter…but Lena wasn’t one of them.
As for Stormbreak’s, she nodded slowly, sifting through another pile. “Some Mata Mata, Rock Sliders, ravens, and even books, have become something of an anomaly.”
if you follow me I'll sing the rest
