a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Morning amidst the Celestine always came with routine structures; checking over water, food, conditions of the animals, and then any newcomers that might’ve arrived in the middle of the evening. Lena was committed to these like clockwork, never meandering amidst the gardens or across the cobblestones, but with a firm and unyielding stride.
That she’d been waylaid at all had simply been due to the vampire gourds.
After closing the encantado enclosure, she’d been aiming for the aviary portions next, seeds, nuts, and fruits already gathered in her basket, when the creatures popped out along the zoo’s pathways. For half a moment, the Caretaker sighed, knowing she truly didn’t have time to occupy them. “Off you go,” she shooed initially, hoping they’d budge without much more of a command and she could be on her way. Mittens even growled and hissed, hovering over the three of them with a sinister stare – but it didn’t much faze the delinquents.
That she’d been waylaid at all had simply been due to the vampire gourds.
After closing the encantado enclosure, she’d been aiming for the aviary portions next, seeds, nuts, and fruits already gathered in her basket, when the creatures popped out along the zoo’s pathways. For half a moment, the Caretaker sighed, knowing she truly didn’t have time to occupy them. “Off you go,” she shooed initially, hoping they’d budge without much more of a command and she could be on her way. Mittens even growled and hissed, hovering over the three of them with a sinister stare – but it didn’t much faze the delinquents.
Lena
