Lena
Lena had relatively no experience in fighting – and usually opted to keep it that way. The Caretaker was often found in mending capabilities or running some other kind of volley – whether through animals or cleverness. The last time she’d even held a weapon had been her staff, and since it was primarily utilized for healing, that probably didn’t count either.
So meandering her way through the Grounds once more, basket full of more sweetgrass for future endeavors in poultices and baking alike, she thought nothing of glimpsing across bridges and small isles, Mittens meandering and hovering behind her. To see an Ancient practicing what appeared to be archery along the rails nearby made her eyes widen, watching for a moment, before her snowball companion unleashed a horrendous screech.
“So sorry,” because she was, and wouldn’t be surprised if the stranger turned to bark at her.
So meandering her way through the Grounds once more, basket full of more sweetgrass for future endeavors in poultices and baking alike, she thought nothing of glimpsing across bridges and small isles, Mittens meandering and hovering behind her. To see an Ancient practicing what appeared to be archery along the rails nearby made her eyes widen, watching for a moment, before her snowball companion unleashed a horrendous screech.
“So sorry,” because she was, and wouldn’t be surprised if the stranger turned to bark at her.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
