// think of the sun that shaped them //
Moments of silliness, play, and wonder regularly seemed to be amiss in Caido; unless they purposefully snagged and claimed it for themselves. Knowing Sohalia needed it just as much as the rest, and perhaps more so, based on everything she’d gone through, Lena felt no guilt or shame in being able to simply relax and amuse.
Waiting for Sohalia to make her color choice, her brows went upwards at the selection of blue, grin purposefully radiant. Holding the cootie catcher out towards the other Attuned so she could watch the actions, the Caretaker spelled out the hue. “B-L-U-E,” moving in accord with the portions of paper, until they revealed numbers. “All right, pick again.” The options were steadfastly normal, in a child’s scrawl of 1, 2, 3, and 4.
Waiting for Sohalia to make her color choice, her brows went upwards at the selection of blue, grin purposefully radiant. Holding the cootie catcher out towards the other Attuned so she could watch the actions, the Caretaker spelled out the hue. “B-L-U-E,” moving in accord with the portions of paper, until they revealed numbers. “All right, pick again.” The options were steadfastly normal, in a child’s scrawl of 1, 2, 3, and 4.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
