// hope, is wonderfully messy //
A wave of calm seemed to settle over the volcanic air, and Lena smiled, head tilted as she watched the Luminary. Sohalia could afford to have no composure at all, especially after what she’d been through, and the Caretaker gave her the space, the breathing room, and anything else necessary in the quiet; presiding and protective in her own wake. A shelter, hopefully, in the midst of far too many storms.
She nodded, understanding the nuance and no appetite, and glanced over to watch Mittens hover over the dirt and loam, indifferent to the plights circling around it. She would’ve sat there contentedly, either in silence or small talk, for however long the other woman needed it – and still, was surprised when the explanations began. Her eyes widened, hands clasping one another in her lap, gazing over the scenery again, and then resuming her serene disposition. “You have nothing to apologize for,” she murmured. There’d been hordes of theories and stories about their leader’s disappearance. She and Anju had thought she’d been overwhelmed, carrying a heathenous burden for someone so young, no matter how often they’d tried to help. Dahlia had said Sohalia had been taking a break; an excuse no one had believed, save for maybe Everest. When Koa had mentioned the tale, it had been a dreadful, horrible thing, and with nowhere else to turn, they’d been sequestered on their own, jotting down plans of action while looking across the horizon for some sign or vantage point. “I think it depends on what you want to do.”
Recover? Take the time she needed to build herself anew?
She nodded, understanding the nuance and no appetite, and glanced over to watch Mittens hover over the dirt and loam, indifferent to the plights circling around it. She would’ve sat there contentedly, either in silence or small talk, for however long the other woman needed it – and still, was surprised when the explanations began. Her eyes widened, hands clasping one another in her lap, gazing over the scenery again, and then resuming her serene disposition. “You have nothing to apologize for,” she murmured. There’d been hordes of theories and stories about their leader’s disappearance. She and Anju had thought she’d been overwhelmed, carrying a heathenous burden for someone so young, no matter how often they’d tried to help. Dahlia had said Sohalia had been taking a break; an excuse no one had believed, save for maybe Everest. When Koa had mentioned the tale, it had been a dreadful, horrible thing, and with nowhere else to turn, they’d been sequestered on their own, jotting down plans of action while looking across the horizon for some sign or vantage point. “I think it depends on what you want to do.”
Recover? Take the time she needed to build herself anew?
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
