Lena
Beginning to place herbs within her satchel, she hummed under her breath again, a light little tune her mother had sung to all of them, an ease to the burdens, to the carried thoughts along her mind. She paid no heed to the woman attempting to feature herself as rigid, tall, imposing, or intimidating, unbothered by any such act.
Mittens rotated itself too in time with the parasol, though its head was separated and opted to go the other direction. Lena raised her gaze for a moment, watching her companion and trying not to laugh, before addressing the stranger. “It’s my companion. It bonded to me.”
Mittens rotated itself too in time with the parasol, though its head was separated and opted to go the other direction. Lena raised her gaze for a moment, watching her companion and trying not to laugh, before addressing the stranger. “It’s my companion. It bonded to me.”
little more like coming home
