// think of the sun that shaped them //
It was a momentary relief and balm to hear Sohalia felt well; even if embracing the younger woman meant a noting of ribs and sharp angles, making a note in her mind to send her home with a care package of some sorts. She likely had enough laden in her bag – snacks, herbs, and medicines included. She gave her a radiant smile regardless, all incandescence and warmth, preferring to be a rock and an anchor in a world full of wind and rain. “I’m good,” which wasn’t a lie; despite everything going on.
With the serene grin, she released the Attuned and began to saunter towards the springs themselves, peeling away the outer layers of her clothes, intending to marvel and enjoy the heat in her swimsuit and glance everywhere for flowers in the meantime. “It’ll be nice to relax,” she added with a light wrinkle to her nose; still striving not to be high-strung and restless when the rest of the kingdoms seemed intent on unfurling.
Recalling something she’d intended for amusement, instead of immediately beelining for the springs, she returned to her satchel, searching through the variety of items within until she settled on portions of hardened paper. “Have you used these before? Some of the kids gave them to me and I thought they were so funny!” She raised the ivory portions up for Sohalia to inspect; reminiscent of juvenile exploits in school behind teacher’s backs, they’d been known as ‘cootie catchers’ in her youth. The markings and writing upon it weren’t the most fanciful or neat, but certainly did the job.
With the serene grin, she released the Attuned and began to saunter towards the springs themselves, peeling away the outer layers of her clothes, intending to marvel and enjoy the heat in her swimsuit and glance everywhere for flowers in the meantime. “It’ll be nice to relax,” she added with a light wrinkle to her nose; still striving not to be high-strung and restless when the rest of the kingdoms seemed intent on unfurling.
Recalling something she’d intended for amusement, instead of immediately beelining for the springs, she returned to her satchel, searching through the variety of items within until she settled on portions of hardened paper. “Have you used these before? Some of the kids gave them to me and I thought they were so funny!” She raised the ivory portions up for Sohalia to inspect; reminiscent of juvenile exploits in school behind teacher’s backs, they’d been known as ‘cootie catchers’ in her youth. The markings and writing upon it weren’t the most fanciful or neat, but certainly did the job.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
