// where your body hears the words of the sun //
“King’s End is beautiful,” she murmured in truth – for it was. Fields upon fields of green, of memories, of legends and tales and things intermingling and taking hold; places where people lived and dreamed nowadays too, civilization springing up from hedges and barrows. Her own fingers stilled too, resigned to collect together in her hands, woven and measured, quiet and understanding. She knew why people left and why people lingered – for a few sparse moments after seeing Dahlia for the first time, after refusing to be on her council, she’d wondered if she’d have to be the former too. If she’d have to run and not look back on everything she’d built and fostered, nurtured and loved. Or if she’d simply perish – and none of it would’ve mattered.
And then she’d dug her heels in, found solace in what she had, and made sure not one, single, solitary sovereign and their Family was going to ruin it. Painstaking and deliberate, but diligent and unassuming, a noble mask printed on lingering smiles while desperately clinging to information from outside regions and other kingdoms. Haunting Frey’s Breath. Striving to find the ways in which she could aid and support and defy all in equal measure. “It does,” she reassured. Stormbreak ostracized; sagacity and wisdom done in whispers and solace, rather than in the comforts of their own homes. “We are doing what we can, but…,” she trailed off, not willing to give over to that well of the unknown either. Determined, perhaps wrongly, foolishly, naively, believing their efforts were something more. “It’s okay,” came a little quieter, with all the reassurance she could muster. Because rebellion looked different everywhere. “And you’re going to learn so much. Do you need help with packing or anything?”
And then she’d dug her heels in, found solace in what she had, and made sure not one, single, solitary sovereign and their Family was going to ruin it. Painstaking and deliberate, but diligent and unassuming, a noble mask printed on lingering smiles while desperately clinging to information from outside regions and other kingdoms. Haunting Frey’s Breath. Striving to find the ways in which she could aid and support and defy all in equal measure. “It does,” she reassured. Stormbreak ostracized; sagacity and wisdom done in whispers and solace, rather than in the comforts of their own homes. “We are doing what we can, but…,” she trailed off, not willing to give over to that well of the unknown either. Determined, perhaps wrongly, foolishly, naively, believing their efforts were something more. “It’s okay,” came a little quieter, with all the reassurance she could muster. Because rebellion looked different everywhere. “And you’re going to learn so much. Do you need help with packing or anything?”
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
