// hope, is wonderfully messy //
The Caretaker was relieved to hear she hadn’t disturbed anyone’s peace and sanctity, for the moment, and gave another brief smile in return. “Oh – we’re in luck then! I’m doing the same thing.” Perhaps she’d found a fellow unicorn enthusiast. As introductions passed along, she reflected similar actions, shaking the stranger’s hand and committing the name to memory. “Nice to meet you. I’m Lena. I’m the Caretaker of the Celestine in Stormbreak.” Whether or not the other woman had heard of the place mattered very little – for there was much to be done.
Hitching her bag higher on her shoulder again, and expecting Mittens to follow while it glared at Elizabeth (perhaps deciding how to respond or what to do on its own accord), she began walking quietly towards the knoll. “I saw a small herd over this hill as I was flying over,” she whispered. “I figured I could get to the top and watch them from there.” Which meant the Abandoned was welcome to join.
Hitching her bag higher on her shoulder again, and expecting Mittens to follow while it glared at Elizabeth (perhaps deciding how to respond or what to do on its own accord), she began walking quietly towards the knoll. “I saw a small herd over this hill as I was flying over,” she whispered. “I figured I could get to the top and watch them from there.” Which meant the Abandoned was welcome to join.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
