// hope, is wonderfully messy //
The Caretaker took some long, low breaths, warm and inviting where sometimes the rest of the world simply was not. Had Sohalia asked her about the state of Stormbreak, Lena would’ve told her – how she’d quit the counsel the moment Dahlia had taken over, how the region seemed at a standstill, neither falling apart nor improving, how there’d been three of them quietly trying to subvert the system, and how none of it was her fault.
But when the inquiry didn’t come, Lena maneuvered around, listening while steering them over to a section of rock. “Come on, let’s go sit over here,” in case the youth hadn’t managed to heal after all this time, or grew fatigued, exhausted, from everything pummeling around her. “I’m sure they’ll be very happy to see you,” on a breath of assurance. More questions fumbled around her mind, yet she didn’t dare give them much of a voice – not yet. “Are you hungry?” came instead.
But when the inquiry didn’t come, Lena maneuvered around, listening while steering them over to a section of rock. “Come on, let’s go sit over here,” in case the youth hadn’t managed to heal after all this time, or grew fatigued, exhausted, from everything pummeling around her. “I’m sure they’ll be very happy to see you,” on a breath of assurance. More questions fumbled around her mind, yet she didn’t dare give them much of a voice – not yet. “Are you hungry?” came instead.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
