// where your body hears the words of the sun //
The question gave her pause, for she’d never really thought about it before. “I think it depends on the situation,” she started to explain, brows furrowing as she mused within and alongside. “I have felt that need to flee quite often lately,” as one could surmise with recent experiences with Stormbreak being run by Dahlia herself, and so many other circumstances. “But I can’t tell if it’s always because of the shifts in my soul, or if that would be my initial reaction, regardless.” Brave and stalwart, but not dashing, daring, or dauntless enough to throw her entire entity into the fray. She’d much prefer to be in the background, healing, mending, or tending, tossing about ideas. Maybe that meant she was wise, or terrified. Perhaps someone could be both.
Flicking another tuft of fur across her drawing’s head, she weighed out other matters. “It probably depends on what the shifts are too – especially if you have prey and predator ones intertwined.” She shrugged her shoulders – because everyone’s experiences would be different. “But I’ve never had one dominating over another.”
Flicking another tuft of fur across her drawing’s head, she weighed out other matters. “It probably depends on what the shifts are too – especially if you have prey and predator ones intertwined.” She shrugged her shoulders – because everyone’s experiences would be different. “But I’ve never had one dominating over another.”
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
