// to the green lessons //
Refined and gentle, she made it seem as though she wasn’t watching Dahlia; her focus entirely on the task at hand. Nodding with affirmation of the task at hand, and perhaps to give Zavien a little more confidence with everything else going on, she followed after the paths made into the Grotto.
She half-shifted her eyes into fox ones; content she’d be able to see as the dark took hold. From there, she opted to give proper discernment amongst the gathered flock of Mata Matas, watching, scrutinizing, studying. Some seemed to be assembled into void anomalies, which wasn’t her favorite thing, and others seemed to be of the normal variety.
So she called out across Attuned measures once more, hoping to see some recognition spark from any of the creatures – if it knew its perceived namesake and title, anyway. Mr. Matas?
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Lena uses her fox eyes to study the animals in the dark better, and uses:
Can speak to rare creatures/companions/regular animals
to call out to Mr. Matas.
She half-shifted her eyes into fox ones; content she’d be able to see as the dark took hold. From there, she opted to give proper discernment amongst the gathered flock of Mata Matas, watching, scrutinizing, studying. Some seemed to be assembled into void anomalies, which wasn’t her favorite thing, and others seemed to be of the normal variety.
So she called out across Attuned measures once more, hoping to see some recognition spark from any of the creatures – if it knew its perceived namesake and title, anyway. Mr. Matas?
--
Lena uses her fox eyes to study the animals in the dark better, and uses:
Can speak to rare creatures/companions/regular animals
to call out to Mr. Matas.
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
