// hope, is wonderfully messy //
A Caretaker’s work was never done – and so she’d begun her patrol once more. She could walk the paths with her eyes closed, attuned and akin to the memory of the natural bends and turns amidst the gardens, the beams of moonlight, the hues of lavender and bright sprigs of other blossoms. The animals were tended to; water, food, and medicine gathered, adhered, and remedied, before beginning her trek once more.
This one was different, but only in the pause of dread slipping through her shoulders; foreign, not entirely her own. The familiar stance of Hadama was nearby too – though even that held some peculiarity she couldn’t quite fathom, and while she hated like feeling she was walking on eggshells all the time, the notion didn’t go away as she approached. “Another one, hm?” A peaceful reverie nonetheless, followed by a sigh, as Mittens immediately surged behind her, and that’d be the last bit of tranquility they’d have as the companion roared at the bird. “What brings you here?” Her arms folded across her chest, eyes peeled upon the antics of the snowball and bird. Most stayed away now; given who Dahlia was and every other segment of their current reality. “I was surprised to see you in the Grotto the other day.”
This one was different, but only in the pause of dread slipping through her shoulders; foreign, not entirely her own. The familiar stance of Hadama was nearby too – though even that held some peculiarity she couldn’t quite fathom, and while she hated like feeling she was walking on eggshells all the time, the notion didn’t go away as she approached. “Another one, hm?” A peaceful reverie nonetheless, followed by a sigh, as Mittens immediately surged behind her, and that’d be the last bit of tranquility they’d have as the companion roared at the bird. “What brings you here?” Her arms folded across her chest, eyes peeled upon the antics of the snowball and bird. Most stayed away now; given who Dahlia was and every other segment of their current reality. “I was surprised to see you in the Grotto the other day.”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
