// where your body hears the words of the sun //
If Lena didn’t have her support structures, it would’ve been much different. A reason to flee, maybe, into other lands and ventures. But here, in Stormbreak, she had family and friends, an occupation and a role, and plans to see through. Had she realized Ellyra was feeling so untethered and disconnected, she might’ve tried to aid in the overt feeling of helplessness; but conclusions were forgone, and there was always the possibility that it wouldn’t have mattered. Minds could and would be made, sometimes regardless of actions. And maybe, through this impending journey, the lioness would find exactly what she needed.
For Lena wasn’t a warrior either; a mender, a Caretaker, a piece of the puzzle Caido frequently forgot. She just carved a little section for herself and for so many others: trying to erase the harm.
So she smiled warmly again, nodding at the sentiments, the routine of impending goodbyes. “Of course. I would love to hear all about it.”
For Lena wasn’t a warrior either; a mender, a Caretaker, a piece of the puzzle Caido frequently forgot. She just carved a little section for herself and for so many others: trying to erase the harm.
So she smiled warmly again, nodding at the sentiments, the routine of impending goodbyes. “Of course. I would love to hear all about it.”
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
