// hope, is wonderfully messy //
It'd been some seasons ago since the request had been made, but Lena still had set aside some time to fly her way over to King’s End at the appointed time and hour. Mittens came along too, hovering over her shoulder until they touched down, and then searching and smelling the scene around them. Eventually, she hitched her bag up her shoulder and carried on, content with the land unfurling before them. Mourn was a beautiful place, and despite its namesake, she’d never done so within its midst – savoring the beauty, rather than sinking into the doldrums.
Pinning her hair up at the wave of humidity, she quietly walked into the scene, granting a wave towards the Flood and other cohorts. “Quite a setup you have here,” she granted eventually with a warm smile, surveying the amount of materials, and work to be done. “Where do we start?”
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Lena has brought her healing staff, bandages, rope, canteens filled with water, and some snacks laden in her bag (just in case).
Pinning her hair up at the wave of humidity, she quietly walked into the scene, granting a wave towards the Flood and other cohorts. “Quite a setup you have here,” she granted eventually with a warm smile, surveying the amount of materials, and work to be done. “Where do we start?”
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Lena has brought her healing staff, bandages, rope, canteens filled with water, and some snacks laden in her bag (just in case).
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
