// hope, is wonderfully messy //
The Caretaker remained quiet, thoughtful, and pensive as Sohalia unveiled what she craved; all base things, that she shouldn’t ever have to wonder if she deserved. A long breath extended from her, billowing out across the warm air like nothing, unsure and uncertain of how to tread these lanes and lines. On the one hand, Lena would gladly welcome the youth back into their world, just as she’d done here, and presumed many others would do the same. Even with other pending circumstances, especially an abduction, she figured most citizens would be understanding of the way everything had collapsed right in front of them – and then there were the other difficulties. Dahlia and the Family, for one; because what if they wanted to finish off the deed?
What if it would be another demonstration of their power? To show their region exactly what they could do?
So she started with the most simplistic. “I think you could have all of those things again.” Then she paused, wondering it out loud for herself and the Attuned. “Do you believe you’ll be safe?” The Dragoons could easily do their part, but if they were constantly guarding, thwarting…it was a mess, and Lena knew it. Maybe they could hide her out for a while…and though all these plots circumvented, they’d have to realize priorities and thresholds, realities and tangible things.
What if it would be another demonstration of their power? To show their region exactly what they could do?
So she started with the most simplistic. “I think you could have all of those things again.” Then she paused, wondering it out loud for herself and the Attuned. “Do you believe you’ll be safe?” The Dragoons could easily do their part, but if they were constantly guarding, thwarting…it was a mess, and Lena knew it. Maybe they could hide her out for a while…and though all these plots circumvented, they’d have to realize priorities and thresholds, realities and tangible things.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
