a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Tiptoeing away from the promise of gourd strings, pulp, and gooey seeds, the Caretaker laughed, light and airy despite the recent ongoings. “No, thank you. I’m all set.” And though the child was safe, she couldn’t help but hope more wouldn’t be engaged in the thought of might and fight all the time –
But that was for another day, she supposed. It didn’t mean she’d stop trying spreading her own benevolence, repose, and good will though.
Decisions needed to be made however, and she was fine with either – perhaps with more information. “I wouldn’t mind cleaning up here,” gods knew there’d been enough of a mess and a fallen possessed gourd’s aftermath – at least in the angst of their own people – to deal with. “Were the other reports just as bad?” Maybe that would help them decide.
But that was for another day, she supposed. It didn’t mean she’d stop trying spreading her own benevolence, repose, and good will though.
Decisions needed to be made however, and she was fine with either – perhaps with more information. “I wouldn’t mind cleaning up here,” gods knew there’d been enough of a mess and a fallen possessed gourd’s aftermath – at least in the angst of their own people – to deal with. “Were the other reports just as bad?” Maybe that would help them decide.
Lena
