// think of the sun that shaped them //
“Noted,” she grinned, mentally placing it in the back of her mind for the next time she ventured to Torchline. Not for the same pattern, but probably for something similar – adornments in animals seemed fitting for the Caretaker.
But then there were other things circulating through the haze and plumes, and she couldn’t help either flushing or narrowing her eyes; trying to stay occupied on the task at hand, rather than distracted by the sudden bout of discourse. When she lifted the rocks, she still found nothing, instead of ceasing though, she merely pressed on, maneuvering several other stones and motioning further into the springs. “If he wants,” she managed to respond, trying to appear light-hearted about the entire motion.
Missing the twinkling sanction of the Dragoon’s eyes, or the eager smugness, she ended up dropping the set of pebbles in her hand at the mention of Zavien and Koa talking about her. Pretending like the surprised action had been purposeful, her mind started going in random tangents (like maybe they were sick and tired of her), until Koa further announced how great it’d been hanging out. Then that final line. Taking a long, deep breath, Lena tried to summon every ounce of propriety before turning back towards her friend’s all-encompassing grin.
It didn’t work. Her cheeks were bright red, flushed right down the sides of her neck. “Oh.” Uncertain whether she wanted to even persist in the conversation, especially with Koa, if this was something either she or Zavien needed to decipher on their own, or if anything would come of it at all, the Attuned opted to play it cool. Even her features said otherwise. “Well, that’s what friends do, hm? Care about each other?” Feeling like she was fifteen years old, silly, and stupid, she hoped the mature aspects of her conversation reigned supreme over anything else.
But then there were other things circulating through the haze and plumes, and she couldn’t help either flushing or narrowing her eyes; trying to stay occupied on the task at hand, rather than distracted by the sudden bout of discourse. When she lifted the rocks, she still found nothing, instead of ceasing though, she merely pressed on, maneuvering several other stones and motioning further into the springs. “If he wants,” she managed to respond, trying to appear light-hearted about the entire motion.
Missing the twinkling sanction of the Dragoon’s eyes, or the eager smugness, she ended up dropping the set of pebbles in her hand at the mention of Zavien and Koa talking about her. Pretending like the surprised action had been purposeful, her mind started going in random tangents (like maybe they were sick and tired of her), until Koa further announced how great it’d been hanging out. Then that final line. Taking a long, deep breath, Lena tried to summon every ounce of propriety before turning back towards her friend’s all-encompassing grin.
It didn’t work. Her cheeks were bright red, flushed right down the sides of her neck. “Oh.” Uncertain whether she wanted to even persist in the conversation, especially with Koa, if this was something either she or Zavien needed to decipher on their own, or if anything would come of it at all, the Attuned opted to play it cool. Even her features said otherwise. “Well, that’s what friends do, hm? Care about each other?” Feeling like she was fifteen years old, silly, and stupid, she hoped the mature aspects of her conversation reigned supreme over anything else.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
