// hope, is wonderfully messy //
While Lena wouldn’t or couldn’t ever understand the implications of Sohalia’s misadventures, nor would she ask after the grave and horrific timeframe, she could at least extend her compassion and kindness. With such benevolence instilled in her long ago, she snagged and comforted as best she could, continuing to surround the fellow Attuned. “And that’s a wonderful thing,” giving and granting no pressure – because they were all far better off with the Luminary still around and alive.
Keeping the younger woman tucked in her arms, the Caretaker’s eyes slid along the coast, catching sight of the sea panther from a far-off distance, and opting not to say anything. It dove back down quickly thereafter, and Sohalia hadn’t been subjected to another torment. Instead, she opted for something else entirely, free from explanations of the past few seasons, and hovering around the present. “Have you been staying in Torchline?”
Keeping the younger woman tucked in her arms, the Caretaker’s eyes slid along the coast, catching sight of the sea panther from a far-off distance, and opting not to say anything. It dove back down quickly thereafter, and Sohalia hadn’t been subjected to another torment. Instead, she opted for something else entirely, free from explanations of the past few seasons, and hovering around the present. “Have you been staying in Torchline?”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
