a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Lena hummed as she worked, content to see the healing process begin; new skin stitching together or brimming away from a stormy-hued bruise. While she tended though, others seemed to notice something, even so far as poking at the Caretaker’s shoulder. ”Miss, there’s a girl over there.” At the notice, the Attuned stood up from her crouch, striving to pinpoint the youth making her way over to the fray. “Thank you,” she whispered in return, patting the other on the shoulder, granting her a reassuring wink.
Shifting into her cat form, to be much quicker at working her way through the crowd. With Mittens overhead as a guiding beacon, she eventually reached the little one and returned to her human form, immediately stepping in front of the emboldened girl and her slingshot. “We should let the Dragoons take care of this,” she whispered. “I would hate to see you hurt too.”
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Lena goes to stand in front of the girl (to shield her) and tries some convincing.
Shifting into her cat form, to be much quicker at working her way through the crowd. With Mittens overhead as a guiding beacon, she eventually reached the little one and returned to her human form, immediately stepping in front of the emboldened girl and her slingshot. “We should let the Dragoons take care of this,” she whispered. “I would hate to see you hurt too.”
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Lena goes to stand in front of the girl (to shield her) and tries some convincing.
Lena
