// think of the sun that shaped them //
Pleased to hear Sohalia’s laugh again, despite not being the one to write any of the fortunes, Lena leaned back into the stones and warmth of the water. “Imagine never having to worry about bad hair days,” and she giggled in turn; shaking her head in the merriment.
But now that it was her turn, she had to plot through the multitudes. Unaware of what the other numbers and colors held, she’d be at the mercy of the children’s hand-written scrawl as well. She presumed they wouldn’t have handed over anything too detrimental – but they wouldn’t know until everything else unfurled. Leaning over to glance at the hues once more, she hummed thoughtfully, before picking. “Let’s go with yellow.”
But now that it was her turn, she had to plot through the multitudes. Unaware of what the other numbers and colors held, she’d be at the mercy of the children’s hand-written scrawl as well. She presumed they wouldn’t have handed over anything too detrimental – but they wouldn’t know until everything else unfurled. Leaning over to glance at the hues once more, she hummed thoughtfully, before picking. “Let’s go with yellow.”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
