// hope, is wonderfully messy //
With neither agreement nor discord, Lena couldn’t help but shrug. A thousand theories could swirl through her mind, but with nothing save for the endless walks of potential, they would remain just as that – conjectures, suppositions, and the veritable premises of something larger than themselves. Perhaps in time they’d be able to segment notions and knowledge from all of this, but at the moment she felt like she was meandering through stagnant water. “Hopefully we’ll figure it out eventually,” and she twined her fingers together, a comforting mechanism, as she watched Mittens continue to give chase to the messenger, the indignant squawking from both loud and clear in the otherwise still and tranquil area.
Uncertain of what else to say, for Hadama’s stoicism seemed to linger far longer, she smiled again, trying to fill the silence. “I take it Torchline is doing well?” He wouldn’t be here, traveling and traversing, if it weren’t. And somewhat of a rarity to gain any knowledge outside of Stormbreak's walls - not too many, and understandably so, seemed eager to share with a region ruled by the Family.
With the other offer, her eyes widened briefly. “Oh, thank you. I will let you know.” Most of the time she had it handled between her assistants, herself, and her own shifts, but it was nice to know there were always backups.
Uncertain of what else to say, for Hadama’s stoicism seemed to linger far longer, she smiled again, trying to fill the silence. “I take it Torchline is doing well?” He wouldn’t be here, traveling and traversing, if it weren’t. And somewhat of a rarity to gain any knowledge outside of Stormbreak's walls - not too many, and understandably so, seemed eager to share with a region ruled by the Family.
With the other offer, her eyes widened briefly. “Oh, thank you. I will let you know.” Most of the time she had it handled between her assistants, herself, and her own shifts, but it was nice to know there were always backups.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
