// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena’s perspectives on life greatly differed from many across Caido. Where she existed to mend, repair, assuage, and tend, a litany of others pressed their weight and boldness into onslaughts. She wouldn’t be the one to tell Sohalia to assemble an army to wage war upon Dahlia, nor would she guilt-trip, blame, or incriminate a soul that had been so damaged in the wake of so much disaster. The Caretaker had seen destruction and mayhem, had it rest so precariously close to her heart and lungs, that toying with it had never been a choice for her. Nor would she wish it upon the Luminary, who should’ve been resting, instead of digging herself deeper into the deluge.
But another lesson the Attuned had learned long ago was that they had to want it for themselves too. She could say things until she was blue in the face, and whether the other chose to listen or not was on them.
“I think that’s probably the best idea,” she winked. “And make it something feasible,” adding with a light grin. Small, minute goals. Rest. Repose.
As for her, that’d likely be digging into topics of varying ranges. “I’m well. Busy.” But that had always been the way. She made no mention of Zavien, as that wasn’t anything official and they kept dancing around one another without clear distinctions. Nor would she make note of failed positions amidst the Feverlands – afraid it would serve as a reminder of other harsh realities for Soh. “We’ve been working on a couple of things in Stormbreak…without a certain person’s influence,” and she gave another small smile, permitting Sohalia to fill in the blanks without announcing it too loudly or overtly. Not when everywhere seemed to have ears.
But another lesson the Attuned had learned long ago was that they had to want it for themselves too. She could say things until she was blue in the face, and whether the other chose to listen or not was on them.
“I think that’s probably the best idea,” she winked. “And make it something feasible,” adding with a light grin. Small, minute goals. Rest. Repose.
As for her, that’d likely be digging into topics of varying ranges. “I’m well. Busy.” But that had always been the way. She made no mention of Zavien, as that wasn’t anything official and they kept dancing around one another without clear distinctions. Nor would she make note of failed positions amidst the Feverlands – afraid it would serve as a reminder of other harsh realities for Soh. “We’ve been working on a couple of things in Stormbreak…without a certain person’s influence,” and she gave another small smile, permitting Sohalia to fill in the blanks without announcing it too loudly or overtly. Not when everywhere seemed to have ears.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
