// where your body hears the words of the sun //
“It’s all right,” she mustered, dusting off her hands from the soil, and then rubbing them along her apron for better measures. “And I know it’s frustrating because we don’t have anything significant yet,” another pause ensued, for considerations and cross purposes, glancing down at the newly dug holes and maneuvered soil. “But I’m certain something eventually will come our way, and we’ll have a solution.” Be it the ring, or other motives, methods, and means. Her determination wouldn’t say otherwise, and she refused to wander down the alternative routes of despair and hopelessness.
Taking his hand to stand, she gave him another quiet, small, but still earnest smile. “Sure. Our work here is done anyway.” And with it, maybe an opportunity to thwart the infestations while they could.
[FIN]
Taking his hand to stand, she gave him another quiet, small, but still earnest smile. “Sure. Our work here is done anyway.” And with it, maybe an opportunity to thwart the infestations while they could.
[FIN]
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
