// where your body hears the words of the sun //
King’s End was beautiful even in the furthest midst of Deepfrost, and the Caretaker took a moment of opportunity (a day trip) to study some of the animals immersed in its fields. Foxes had been the main goal, and from her perched rock, she’d seen any number of them along the sloping valley and nestled streams.
But because she’d been mostly still as she took notes and sketches, Mittens was all the more restless.
Tossing its head back and forth, it had begun to launch its own versions of snowballs across the sky, wind, and breeze, until, as Lena was quite absorbed, it saw another coming.
An opportunity for a perfect victim! So Mittens did exactly as it yearned and craved, instigating and agitating the potential for onslaughts.
But because she’d been mostly still as she took notes and sketches, Mittens was all the more restless.
Tossing its head back and forth, it had begun to launch its own versions of snowballs across the sky, wind, and breeze, until, as Lena was quite absorbed, it saw another coming.
An opportunity for a perfect victim! So Mittens did exactly as it yearned and craved, instigating and agitating the potential for onslaughts.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
