LENA
look at me I am weightless
Maybe it’d been the missives. Maybe it’d been the hollow, empty promises, the vague lack of determinations. Maybe it’d been Anju’s loyalty. Maybe it had been the intrinsic fear borne out of necessity, of survival, of remaining. But gods, did Lena gain a bold endeavor in her rapid, hummingbird beating heart; clustered in her chest as her fingers continued to tremble. Clutching hold of her own hand and leaving them under the table, her eyes roamed the room.
Before pinpointing solely back upon Dahlia, Anju, and then back again. She didn’t have the same immediate honorisms as the Dragoon captain – her loyalties were tied to the world they lived upon, but her demeanor was clearly not in guarding or protecting. Inhaling a breath, she strived and persisted again. “But you still haven’t shared any ideas or plans. I’m not going to decide based on unclear promises. What do you intend for Stormbreak?”
Before pinpointing solely back upon Dahlia, Anju, and then back again. She didn’t have the same immediate honorisms as the Dragoon captain – her loyalties were tied to the world they lived upon, but her demeanor was clearly not in guarding or protecting. Inhaling a breath, she strived and persisted again. “But you still haven’t shared any ideas or plans. I’m not going to decide based on unclear promises. What do you intend for Stormbreak?”
freedom; petrichor and flower petals
