// think of the sun that shaped them //
It all seemed very rash, and that beat against Lena’s heart like a petulant, terrorizing drum. She’d been in the middle of wars and refrains and cities falling to pieces before, and to hear that it might happen again sent her down nefarious lanes in her thoughts that’d hoped to never see again. She kept it all tampered, swallowed and lined into nothing but her thoughts; Sohalia didn’t need to see nor hear of it – but gods, to hear of sent word with no season, no timeline intact, made the situation feel all the more dire and grave.
Hovering by the radiant light again, maybe trying to absorb it back into her heart, she gave one last inquiry. Do you have others in mind too? For the council, or to fight?
Hovering by the radiant light again, maybe trying to absorb it back into her heart, she gave one last inquiry. Do you have others in mind too? For the council, or to fight?
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
