// where your body hears the words of the sun //
Her companion remained the triumphant sort; gloating and proud, a vicious little Cheshire grin ensnaring the stones that made up its face. She could be angry at it, but it wouldn’t do much good; Mittens would sooner commit the same atrocities.
Of course, this only seemed to prompt Pipsqueak, and though Lena didn’t want either of them to come to harm, this miniature feud seemed more amusing than vicious, so she shook her head, attending to Koa’s wariness instead. “Yes, well -,” she trailed off, watching as Mitten’s glee turned into surprise, and then renewed vigor, seemingly absorbing more snow as it was tossed back at it – then hurling multitudes at the dragon in quick, rapid fire.
Instead, she grimaced slightly, and then turned her gaze to the Dragoon. “How have you been?”
Of course, this only seemed to prompt Pipsqueak, and though Lena didn’t want either of them to come to harm, this miniature feud seemed more amusing than vicious, so she shook her head, attending to Koa’s wariness instead. “Yes, well -,” she trailed off, watching as Mitten’s glee turned into surprise, and then renewed vigor, seemingly absorbing more snow as it was tossed back at it – then hurling multitudes at the dragon in quick, rapid fire.
Instead, she grimaced slightly, and then turned her gaze to the Dragoon. “How have you been?”
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
