// hope, is wonderfully messy //
While Lena wouldn’t take offense, Mittens certainly could, and with a low grumble, began to haunt after the dragon. Those were it’s special spots and corners and areas to lurk – and its temperamental, mercurial mood was fraught with a vicious little wrinkle to its features, before hissing at the other companion.
Her eyes went to the water, regardless of the old saying, knowing they’d have about seven or eight minutes before the boiling actually began and more motions would come to fruition. Patient as ever, she then waited for the next round of instructions, nodding and smiling. Opening the fridge, she snagged at the blink hare; meat ready, but certainly not cut. “Okay, this is how I do it,” meaning he might find his own methods, but was welcome to mirror hers. Snagging one of her kitchen knives, she began to carve the portions neatly and efficiently, giving an even amount to each – but not finishing it.
Instead, she handed the knife over to Zavien, with a confidence-building smile. “You try.”
Her eyes went to the water, regardless of the old saying, knowing they’d have about seven or eight minutes before the boiling actually began and more motions would come to fruition. Patient as ever, she then waited for the next round of instructions, nodding and smiling. Opening the fridge, she snagged at the blink hare; meat ready, but certainly not cut. “Okay, this is how I do it,” meaning he might find his own methods, but was welcome to mirror hers. Snagging one of her kitchen knives, she began to carve the portions neatly and efficiently, giving an even amount to each – but not finishing it.
Instead, she handed the knife over to Zavien, with a confidence-building smile. “You try.”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
