// but darling you are a river //
In their brief intervals of lanterns, Lena didn’t have much opportunity to explore the vastness of the Greatwood. Likely for the better, as she probably would’ve become hopelessly lost and simply fly out in any direction – but it held the sort of ambience that called and harkened back to precious vines and leaf litter. The village in the distance of the expanse had worn her way at curiosity too, so when she had a free moment away from the Celestine and any Dragoon business, she took it – landing upon the skyport boundaries and staring across the great expanse of the Sidhe Village.
The first thing she noticed were the colors of the market; warm glows, incandescent hues of cloth, fabric, and delicate fineries. She was almost sad to have missed this before infestations and Family woes; but now there was opportunity again, and she’d take it.
Gifts were the foremost in her mind, and then perhaps some new seedlings to take home and nourish in the earth of her own gardens – and so she began a very slow and methodical trace about the square, stopping first at a Fae merchant with a whole host of sweets, eyes widening at the surplus and notions imaginable.
The first thing she noticed were the colors of the market; warm glows, incandescent hues of cloth, fabric, and delicate fineries. She was almost sad to have missed this before infestations and Family woes; but now there was opportunity again, and she’d take it.
Gifts were the foremost in her mind, and then perhaps some new seedlings to take home and nourish in the earth of her own gardens – and so she began a very slow and methodical trace about the square, stopping first at a Fae merchant with a whole host of sweets, eyes widening at the surplus and notions imaginable.
Lena
// but you will never stop; you flow //
