[SE] morning mist and silver sun

// hope, is wonderfully messy //

In hindsight, perhaps it’d been a good thing that Lena traveled lightly since her days of living in the Tower – it made it that much easier to move. Hastening and snagging other materials, furniture, and necessities had certainly taken up much more of her time, and by the hours of arranging everything into the comfy, snug, and cozy little home, she was more than ready to be outside, in the midst of one of her favorite places.

The garden was exactly what she’d wanted out of all of it – wide enough for ample rows and winding lanes – some, she’d planned for eventual seasons, to be enriched by flowers and moss, and others for herbs. What she couldn’t cultivate in the Celestine, she’d end up maneuvering here, and between the multitude of plots and horticulture, she might have a booming and blooming venture for mending and tending the animals, the Dragoons, and arrangements to simply disappear within.

Luckily there’d already been some portions planted before she’d acquired the place, so she worked plucking at weeds while she could – in some few hours between Celestine duties, dropping off herb parcels at the guild, and meeting times – but before long she’d glanced upwards at the sun and shook her head, figuring Zavien would be by shortly.

Lena

// we must weather the potential of happiness //