// hope, is wonderfully messy //
Lena couldn’t help but snort as Mittens went to retrieve the arrow again, extending her arm out to her snowball companion as it dropped the armament within her palm. She gently began to put things away though, reassembling them back into her bag, careful not to bombard the gifts laden and hidden within. The strain in her muscles was another reminder of further things to implement, but nothing a little time and remedy in the bath couldn’t fix. “We’ll see about that,” she mustered with a wrinkle to her nose, and then the subject changed to what she’d sought out initially.
Brightening again, with a radiant grin, she snagged at the presents she’d grabbed, eager to share. But instead of placing them outwards immediately, she warded them behind her back. “Of course I am. Shall I close my eyes?”
Brightening again, with a radiant grin, she snagged at the presents she’d grabbed, eager to share. But instead of placing them outwards immediately, she warded them behind her back. “Of course I am. Shall I close my eyes?”
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
