// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena was an avid listener; used to being the calming, soothing one. So nothing changed as she leaned against the cavern wall, eyes wandering along the patterns of crag and rock, trying to find something in the molten annals. When nothing presided, Thalassa’s information contorted instead, about the Suvahasi, where even the desert could the void spread through its lonely, empty reaches. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Hak Etme was next,” as the wild regions fell in despair – rankled and defiled and chiseled away.
She glanced down at her hands, fingers beginning to intertwine so the ebb and flow of her restlessness didn’t go any further. “There must be other ways though. It’s all been too easy for them.” The Caretaker wouldn’t believe they were so weak, so pathetic, so ineffectual – there were methods to undermine these tides. She just didn’t know what they were yet. “I’m going to keep asking around, to see if anyone has heard anything.” She didn’t know if the Captain was willing to do the same, or if she even cared for the information, but it was a line, a tether, out there.
She glanced down at her hands, fingers beginning to intertwine so the ebb and flow of her restlessness didn’t go any further. “There must be other ways though. It’s all been too easy for them.” The Caretaker wouldn’t believe they were so weak, so pathetic, so ineffectual – there were methods to undermine these tides. She just didn’t know what they were yet. “I’m going to keep asking around, to see if anyone has heard anything.” She didn’t know if the Captain was willing to do the same, or if she even cared for the information, but it was a line, a tether, out there.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
