// hope, is wonderfully messy //
The Greatwood, even after the messes of the previous years, still gave her some semblance of peace. Perhaps it was the wildness – greenery, vegetation, forest, plants, brush, thorns, herbs…all rushing together in a semblance of survival. It was breathtaking and wondrous, and put a balm to her heart even after the news had settled through their eardrums and minds again. The Tundra taken this time – and no way to mend any of those infected.
She could ask Zavien about Everest, but she presumed he’d never made it there. And others – how many more of them – likely made up some portion remaining. An unsettling notion that spurned her onwards yet again, hoping all the more that while they were exploring and wandering, that perhaps one of those significant roses could crop up.
Rather than meandering further into thickets and canopies, she settled on a rock with her bag, brimming with goodies. Mittens grumbled alongside, rolling its eyes as various flora. “Would you like to train or get gifts first?” She offered to Zavien with an arch of one brow. “I can show you what I’ve learned with the bow too,” which, admittedly, wasn’t much. It would provide some amusement though, after everything that had just transpired.
She could ask Zavien about Everest, but she presumed he’d never made it there. And others – how many more of them – likely made up some portion remaining. An unsettling notion that spurned her onwards yet again, hoping all the more that while they were exploring and wandering, that perhaps one of those significant roses could crop up.
Rather than meandering further into thickets and canopies, she settled on a rock with her bag, brimming with goodies. Mittens grumbled alongside, rolling its eyes as various flora. “Would you like to train or get gifts first?” She offered to Zavien with an arch of one brow. “I can show you what I’ve learned with the bow too,” which, admittedly, wasn’t much. It would provide some amusement though, after everything that had just transpired.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
