Lena
“Found it, actually,” Lena hummed, tying off bands along another bag before grabbing hold of one more and following the same pattern. It was light and meaningful work, not something she needed to be consumed within, a ritual and routine made for lands decimated in the recent disasters.
But the other woman’s inquiry gave her pause, enough to furrow her brow and raise her gaze back to her – solemn and serious through her kindness. “You shouldn’t,” and to emphasize the point, Mittens hissed again, feral and ridiculous. The warning to follow was light, but certain – similar aspects she’d deliver in the middle of the Celestine, surrounded by wounded or ill predators. “Unless you would like to lose a finger.”
But the other woman’s inquiry gave her pause, enough to furrow her brow and raise her gaze back to her – solemn and serious through her kindness. “You shouldn’t,” and to emphasize the point, Mittens hissed again, feral and ridiculous. The warning to follow was light, but certain – similar aspects she’d deliver in the middle of the Celestine, surrounded by wounded or ill predators. “Unless you would like to lose a finger.”
little more like coming home
