[SE] morning mist and silver sun

// hope, is wonderfully messy //

“No, no, it’s good,” she promised, shaking her head. The figures were enough to keep her entertained and occupied too, waiting to see his reaction, watching him from underneath her long lashes, pondering over the remarkable privilege she had just to see him wander through the reel of laughter. “All right.” Ensuring, in the back of her mind at least, that he’d get to take at least a couple home. “Yours matters too though,” and she wrinkled her nose as they moved onward.

Placing one of the luxere trinkets in her bedroom window, a large framework that let the sun scatter inward, she hummed, content and satisfied, a little hum drumming through her as they wound their way along. “Ah well, I probably couldn’t help myself.” It wasn’t a perfected replica, and never could be, but a habitable space of her favorite things. Zavien included, for this instant. “Easily influenced, I suppose,” she joked. “Come see the front porch!” And while the Caretaker could’ve easily dashed away to the front of the house, barreling along, she snagged at his hand to drag him instead.

Which, upon opening the door, led to a wide expanse of future chairs and tables – maybe to invite guests over to simply remain in the splendor of the day. And more plants.

Lena

// we must weather the potential of happiness //