Lena
Humming a few notes under her breath, rather out of energy and enthusiasm instead of the usual way of self-soothing, she shook her head. “No. Supposedly they can only be found here.” There’d been plenty of beautiful drawings about them though – diagrams in tomes, outlining the wondrous ways they’d been used to heal and prosper. A flower out of her own heart and soul; capable of mending – capable of impact if given the opportunity.
Removing her outer layer so she could occupy the hot springs in her swimsuit and not drag along additional veneers, she traced her way along the initial outcropping of rocks, keeping to the shallower reaches. Her eyes peeked over one of the edges though to find an additional pool of…red nearby. “What do you think that is?” She hadn’t heard of anything like that – and the last time she’d seen such a picture had been Stevie’s untimely death in the falls close by.
Not indulging herself into those heinous thoughts and ruining the entire mood, she flickered around, content with the warm reaches of the water trickling around her ankles and calves. Zavien’s own request echoed and bounded off the walls, and she placed it amidst the additional notions for observations and peering about. “Sure. Are they for anything in particular?” She wouldn’t be surprised if Zavien simply wanted to collect them – but chances were they’d have a bit more meaning.
Removing her outer layer so she could occupy the hot springs in her swimsuit and not drag along additional veneers, she traced her way along the initial outcropping of rocks, keeping to the shallower reaches. Her eyes peeked over one of the edges though to find an additional pool of…red nearby. “What do you think that is?” She hadn’t heard of anything like that – and the last time she’d seen such a picture had been Stevie’s untimely death in the falls close by.
Not indulging herself into those heinous thoughts and ruining the entire mood, she flickered around, content with the warm reaches of the water trickling around her ankles and calves. Zavien’s own request echoed and bounded off the walls, and she placed it amidst the additional notions for observations and peering about. “Sure. Are they for anything in particular?” She wouldn’t be surprised if Zavien simply wanted to collect them – but chances were they’d have a bit more meaning.
little more like coming home
