Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
Mittens immediately claimed Lena’s shoulder, at least for a time; not yet remorseful enough to choose kindness and compassion over taciturn, withdrawn, and mercurial moods. Maybe in time the Caretaker’s benevolence would dissipate further into the reaches of the snowball’s resolve, but she’d keep trying. In the meantime, she gave one last scratch to Sol’s belly and chin, before lining up her herb cards.
“All kinds?” she hummed in return, pondering over how he didn’t give any specifics. The compliment waylaid over any lurking suspicion though, altering it back into warm and charitable laughter. “I suppose that’s what matters the most.” Not her, but surrounding oneself with the blended proportions of compassion and kindness, rather than the negative aspects of the world. People were whole and not one side or the other – nothing truly black and white. Speaking of – her head tilted vaguely, opting for an indistinct and hazy conversation, rather than something outright – not where they lived. “Did we want to schedule something with Koa to discuss the things at the Festival?” She batted her eyelashes, hoping he got the point without her having to be too direct.
Dusting off her hands, and plucking at the seeds, she nodded at his request. “Let’s start with the lavender.” Standing up, she snagged at many in her palm, then wandered back to his side, waiting for him to open his hand as well. “We’ll plant them all in the same row,” and she pointed to the first line of holes, ensuring they’d be arranged together.
“All kinds?” she hummed in return, pondering over how he didn’t give any specifics. The compliment waylaid over any lurking suspicion though, altering it back into warm and charitable laughter. “I suppose that’s what matters the most.” Not her, but surrounding oneself with the blended proportions of compassion and kindness, rather than the negative aspects of the world. People were whole and not one side or the other – nothing truly black and white. Speaking of – her head tilted vaguely, opting for an indistinct and hazy conversation, rather than something outright – not where they lived. “Did we want to schedule something with Koa to discuss the things at the Festival?” She batted her eyelashes, hoping he got the point without her having to be too direct.
Dusting off her hands, and plucking at the seeds, she nodded at his request. “Let’s start with the lavender.” Standing up, she snagged at many in her palm, then wandered back to his side, waiting for him to open his hand as well. “We’ll plant them all in the same row,” and she pointed to the first line of holes, ensuring they’d be arranged together.
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
