Lena
It would be quite a compelling sight – all those notions contorted in Aviya’s head – animals much larger and spirits far more broader than Mittens, thriving amidst the peaks, valleys, and wilds, guarding the Draig with their livelihoods – but it wouldn’t be Lena drifting out to find them.
While Mittens glared and snarled, the Caretaker finished another bag, starting again with great aplomb; the routines easy and the muscle memory permitting her to think in broader terms when the inquiry came.
She’d seen a great many wonderful dragons in her time – her sister’s, Sugar, Koa’s, Anju’s…but those patterns would never pertain to her. “I’m Attuned. I cannot bond with them.” No shame in it; she’d given herself over to Nature Frey ages before and would do again and again. “Will you be getting one?” She asked in return, thinking perhaps this was a goal of the woman.
While Mittens glared and snarled, the Caretaker finished another bag, starting again with great aplomb; the routines easy and the muscle memory permitting her to think in broader terms when the inquiry came.
She’d seen a great many wonderful dragons in her time – her sister’s, Sugar, Koa’s, Anju’s…but those patterns would never pertain to her. “I’m Attuned. I cannot bond with them.” No shame in it; she’d given herself over to Nature Frey ages before and would do again and again. “Will you be getting one?” She asked in return, thinking perhaps this was a goal of the woman.
little more like coming home
