// think of the sun that shaped them //
It was easier to distract herself from all the chaotic and horrifying notions when going through information, cycling along all the notions she had about banshees and the like. “You can find some in the Greatwood too. And there is a similar species in King’s End. The Enenra.” Tapping on her chin for a moment, her brows furrowed, mind piecing together other proportions. “I think they tend to travel near the mounds.” In mourning aspects – which unfortunately, Caido seemed to hold quantities of.
Shaking off the remnants as best she could, she lowered her features towards the long stalks of grass and flowers again, striving to find any traces of the vanilla aroma. But at Zavien’s joke, she swung her head back, permitting another round of laughter to extend – likely to expel and extinguish those lingering portions of fear, and perhaps strive for a little boldness in all the bizarre adventures. “Are we the problem?” Her grin was a thing of whimsy over anything else; harkening to amusement where they could find it.
Though the next round of invitations surprised her – though it partially due in course with her own insecurities. At least she hadn’t scared him off from her own angles of disappointment in Frey’s Breath. Her eyes rounded slightly, then she drew them purposefully towards the reeds once more. “That would be good. I’ve gone a couple of other times too.” And obviously nothing to report…because she wouldn’t be uttering any of the statements Koa bluntly offered. “Our luck has to change sometime, mm?” Oh, well, perhaps she could share one detail. “Though Koa got me to join the Dragoons. I promise I’ll stay out of everyone’s way.”
The details of impending shields and their elemental fixtures, however, made her features alight in wonder and delight. “Oooh, what a fantastic idea!” The scales would be a lustrous, gilded glow, a signature and highlight of the Dragoon, and a wonderful accord of the bond shared. Mittens sneered from nearby, rolling its eyes.
Shaking off the remnants as best she could, she lowered her features towards the long stalks of grass and flowers again, striving to find any traces of the vanilla aroma. But at Zavien’s joke, she swung her head back, permitting another round of laughter to extend – likely to expel and extinguish those lingering portions of fear, and perhaps strive for a little boldness in all the bizarre adventures. “Are we the problem?” Her grin was a thing of whimsy over anything else; harkening to amusement where they could find it.
Though the next round of invitations surprised her – though it partially due in course with her own insecurities. At least she hadn’t scared him off from her own angles of disappointment in Frey’s Breath. Her eyes rounded slightly, then she drew them purposefully towards the reeds once more. “That would be good. I’ve gone a couple of other times too.” And obviously nothing to report…because she wouldn’t be uttering any of the statements Koa bluntly offered. “Our luck has to change sometime, mm?” Oh, well, perhaps she could share one detail. “Though Koa got me to join the Dragoons. I promise I’ll stay out of everyone’s way.”
The details of impending shields and their elemental fixtures, however, made her features alight in wonder and delight. “Oooh, what a fantastic idea!” The scales would be a lustrous, gilded glow, a signature and highlight of the Dragoon, and a wonderful accord of the bond shared. Mittens sneered from nearby, rolling its eyes.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
