// to the green lessons //
Was hunting for lilies considered a vacation? She was away from home…and her vocation, so, the Attuned presumed it’d be enough. Subsequently, Lena returned to Frey’s Breath with the same stalwart determination – but a lot less jovial hope. It’d probably been misplaced, to think she could so easily snag a flower and help to save an infected region. Instead, she should’ve figured and calculated that it would take far more than aspirations, desires, and expectations; so the Caretaker rallied her dreams and aimed to make them real and tangible again.
Striding through the cavern’s network of twists and turns again, and avoiding the outcry of gore crows hovering down another tunnel, she took a massive inhale upon the sights and sounds of the warm plumes once more. Without Mittens, for she wouldn’t bring the snowball anywhere near the Climb, she had the area all to herself, for now anyways, and could place her bag amidst an outcropping of rocks.
And began to search all over again.
She started on the furthest wall first, still adorned in her swimsuit but not taking the pleasure from the springs just yet, searching, eyes scouring for any distinction of petals and blossoms against the darker outlines.
Striding through the cavern’s network of twists and turns again, and avoiding the outcry of gore crows hovering down another tunnel, she took a massive inhale upon the sights and sounds of the warm plumes once more. Without Mittens, for she wouldn’t bring the snowball anywhere near the Climb, she had the area all to herself, for now anyways, and could place her bag amidst an outcropping of rocks.
And began to search all over again.
She started on the furthest wall first, still adorned in her swimsuit but not taking the pleasure from the springs just yet, searching, eyes scouring for any distinction of petals and blossoms against the darker outlines.
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
