// think of the sun that shaped them //
When it only seemed to be agreement and an oath of a challenge, Lena barely smiled. Her steadfast determination wasn’t mired in violence or chaos; but in a formidable, peaceful stalwart comparison. Grace, poise, dignity, ethics, and morals – which might have made her predictable, but far less likely to engage in caustic actions. She would rather mend and care, soothe and assuage, tend and heal, than drive herself into any onslaught. “Perhaps,” was all she could add, moving off the wall and dusting off her clothing. “I’ll leave you be. I’m sure you have many things to do,” in regards to her weapons and such, beginning to maneuver towards the exit.
And should they meet again in the near future, perhaps by then the Caretaker would have more than wishes and hopes up her sleeve.
[FIN]
And should they meet again in the near future, perhaps by then the Caretaker would have more than wishes and hopes up her sleeve.
[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
