// to the green lessons //
Wondering if this man was being purposefully demeaning, she allowed him her brief attention again. “I’m Lena.” Then she tended to another scale of rocks, going further from the shallows and into deeper treads, where the water lingered along her calves, then hips, to allow some form of relaxation and Zen under the intense scrutiny and driven focus. Uncertain what he had to be smirking about, and not all that keen to know, she kept herself light, airy, and warm, rather than build into apprehension again. She was close enough to her bag to be able to evade anything he’d like to try.
The question caused her head to raise though. “Well, it would diminish the void. Places like the Greatwood wouldn’t be dangerous to access any longer.” He’d be able to ascertain the following results – anyone still living in the depths could come and go as they pleased, the markets could thrive again, some amount of salvation and restoration could be established…”I hope no one is living in the Oerwoud or Feverlands at the moment. Not until we can return things to normal.”
The question caused her head to raise though. “Well, it would diminish the void. Places like the Greatwood wouldn’t be dangerous to access any longer.” He’d be able to ascertain the following results – anyone still living in the depths could come and go as they pleased, the markets could thrive again, some amount of salvation and restoration could be established…”I hope no one is living in the Oerwoud or Feverlands at the moment. Not until we can return things to normal.”
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
