a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Not one to ignore “official” business, but finding the formalities surrounding the vampire gourds slightly amusing, given their nature, temperaments, and lack of threatening prowess (other than some ankle bites), Lena took it as a research opportunity, especially with the newfound variant likely hovering and hobbling amongst them.
Making sure to give Zavien an appraising look for his uniform with a cheeky grin and roaming eyes, the Caretaker settled well into her role as medic, complete with healing staff at the ready, a variety of herbs, bandages, rope, water, and snacks within her bag, and an air of confidence in their mettle and grit. Not rushing to judge Koa on his excitement, but amused nonetheless, she followed along with her fellow Dragoons, stepping in through the door and ensuring Mittens had the space as well. “Here we are!” She announced, looking regal and refined rather than severe or too earnest.
Her gaze went to the map, then back to Koa. “What’s the plan?”
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Lena arrived with Zavien, with Mittens in tow, healing staff, and a bag full of herbs, bandages, rope, water, and snacks.
Making sure to give Zavien an appraising look for his uniform with a cheeky grin and roaming eyes, the Caretaker settled well into her role as medic, complete with healing staff at the ready, a variety of herbs, bandages, rope, water, and snacks within her bag, and an air of confidence in their mettle and grit. Not rushing to judge Koa on his excitement, but amused nonetheless, she followed along with her fellow Dragoons, stepping in through the door and ensuring Mittens had the space as well. “Here we are!” She announced, looking regal and refined rather than severe or too earnest.
Her gaze went to the map, then back to Koa. “What’s the plan?”
--
Lena arrived with Zavien, with Mittens in tow, healing staff, and a bag full of herbs, bandages, rope, water, and snacks.
Lena
