// but darling you are a river //
Lena gave a warm smile and wink to Zavien in return, further enticed by the thought of warm apple cider, fresh bread, sweet rolls, and anything cinnamon-esque. But there were other notions to be had and collected, and between the Sword’s intervals, and hordes of other people, she had some inquiries too. While this festival seemed far more appealing and celebrative than others in the past, the underlying tension spoke of other volumes; the Queen of Torchline for one, not being dead, nearby. “Did something go well?” She whispered, while snagging at several pastries for the two of them, collecting them and listening simultaneously.
Lena
// but you will never stop; you flow //
