// think of the sun that shaped them //
True – Mittens staying home had been a quick decision by Lena, when opting for exploration of the current surface. The snowball wouldn’t have lasted long, and the Caretaker couldn’t fathom being so irresponsible and horrible to her own companion – so the chaotic creature stayed at home, likely scaring away Celestine visitors. She’d take the safer alternative and route for now.
At the inquiry, Lena raised her notebook page for the Ancient to see. “Research,” she declared, with the fyrhund notes and pages clasped together in notations and pictures. “I’m glad to see not much of the void has been lingering here.” Save for a few animals and plants, which seemed to be everywhere. Her eyes went towards whatever Thalassa had been chipping away, and opted to inquire, but she wouldn’t be surprised if the Captain deigned not to answer. “Yourself?”
At the inquiry, Lena raised her notebook page for the Ancient to see. “Research,” she declared, with the fyrhund notes and pages clasped together in notations and pictures. “I’m glad to see not much of the void has been lingering here.” Save for a few animals and plants, which seemed to be everywhere. Her eyes went towards whatever Thalassa had been chipping away, and opted to inquire, but she wouldn’t be surprised if the Captain deigned not to answer. “Yourself?”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
