Lena
Lena wasn’t frequently out of Stormbreak in the evenings, but wandering over to King’s End market to grab a few spare items had put her well beyond her usual time allotted. Hurrying home would’ve been the right notion as the sun began to set, but curiosity compelled sometimes at the strangest of hours, and with Mittens behind her, they flew along the horizon lines, hovering over snowbanks and in between beckoning stars, intending for glimpses of things not yet seen and legends come to pass.
Though the latter wasn’t exactly the case; she didn’t witness any leagues of tall tales, but a staircase reaching into the sky – and then nothing at all. She might’ve passed right over and continued onward, had there not been someone on top of the stone portions, and worry bit at her immediately.
Landing precariously upon the opposing end, not wanting to intrude but certainly close enough to warrant any attempts at catching, she shifted from her parrot proportions into her more regal, Caretaker form – clutching her bag to her waist as Mittens grumbled nearby, hovering and glaring. Her voice was forthright, honest, but compassionate too, tilting her head back at the stranger. “Sorry to bother you,” she offered gently. “But are you all right?”
Though the latter wasn’t exactly the case; she didn’t witness any leagues of tall tales, but a staircase reaching into the sky – and then nothing at all. She might’ve passed right over and continued onward, had there not been someone on top of the stone portions, and worry bit at her immediately.
Landing precariously upon the opposing end, not wanting to intrude but certainly close enough to warrant any attempts at catching, she shifted from her parrot proportions into her more regal, Caretaker form – clutching her bag to her waist as Mittens grumbled nearby, hovering and glaring. Her voice was forthright, honest, but compassionate too, tilting her head back at the stranger. “Sorry to bother you,” she offered gently. “But are you all right?”
The universe listens to brave
