Lena
Yesterday’s notions of sedition had become present day’s silence – an absence of all the cautious optimism and sketched, outlined plans; the rough drafts sewn into something Lena couldn’t quite place any longer. Not when everything had hit so perilously and dangerously close to home; their notions exposed to the cold and sinew and found sorely lacking – and she wouldn’t even be able to begin to put minds together to do anything else but venture into the Greatwood and look for flowers.
So she didn’t bring it up either, and they meandered around the thorns and eggshells. Nodding at the notions of extra chocolate, she snagged at the bowls and utensils provided, beginning to mix portions together. “Can you grab the eggs?” She mentioned, checking on the oven again to ensure it was still pre-heating, and then opting to place a light amount of vanilla into the brewing portions in the bowl. “And we’ll save some extras for us, mm?” She winked – trying to break apart all the awful melancholic thresholds roaming through her – and undoubtedly Sohalia too.
So she didn’t bring it up either, and they meandered around the thorns and eggshells. Nodding at the notions of extra chocolate, she snagged at the bowls and utensils provided, beginning to mix portions together. “Can you grab the eggs?” She mentioned, checking on the oven again to ensure it was still pre-heating, and then opting to place a light amount of vanilla into the brewing portions in the bowl. “And we’ll save some extras for us, mm?” She winked – trying to break apart all the awful melancholic thresholds roaming through her – and undoubtedly Sohalia too.
The universe listens to brave
