Lena
She gave a smile in return to each, painstakingly polite under all the strain. She picked at the food on her plate, watching as Mittens inhaled Zavien’s offering before tending to its watch again, and listening all the while, eyes glancing downward at the table as she absorbed everything. People yearning to Storm the Tower, others with their heads down –
And then Koa’s confession.
She placed her utensil down and both of her hands in her lap, trying to keep from fiddling with anything other than her fingers or the tablecloth. “Taken,” she whispered in return, letting the answer fill her mind, incapable of casting it away within a breath. “Taken where-,” before realizing it was likely difficult to describe, but her murmurs were quiet, precise, trying to offer some solace and condolences as the information streamlined from the Dragoon. “I’m so sorry Koa, I had no idea.” None of them had. And if these people were as strong as implied, then their options were vastly limited. “But there’s more?” More than just Dahlia? More than the broadcasts within their heads? So how were they reach Sohalia and save Stormbreak?
And then Koa’s confession.
She placed her utensil down and both of her hands in her lap, trying to keep from fiddling with anything other than her fingers or the tablecloth. “Taken,” she whispered in return, letting the answer fill her mind, incapable of casting it away within a breath. “Taken where-,” before realizing it was likely difficult to describe, but her murmurs were quiet, precise, trying to offer some solace and condolences as the information streamlined from the Dragoon. “I’m so sorry Koa, I had no idea.” None of them had. And if these people were as strong as implied, then their options were vastly limited. “But there’s more?” More than just Dahlia? More than the broadcasts within their heads? So how were they reach Sohalia and save Stormbreak?
little more like coming home
