Lena
Lena was decent at walking along eggshells and delicacies without looking downward; she’d practiced most of the time with her parents, and even more so in governmental affairs or avoidance of Dahlia. Even if it was mentally exhausting, she wasn’t about to wandering and meandering down a rabbit hole with Sohalia on the horrifying ventures in Halo – not when she was still processing the entire thing from the sidelines. She couldn’t justify asking a single question about it, let alone exposing a raw wound yet again.
So batter it was, and a light back and forth. Using her spoon to scrape the sides of the bowl, she hummed with delight. “Hmmm…it’s difficult to choose. I’m very partial to any kind of cheesecake though.” Taking another laden amount, she tilted her head. “What’s yours?”
So batter it was, and a light back and forth. Using her spoon to scrape the sides of the bowl, she hummed with delight. “Hmmm…it’s difficult to choose. I’m very partial to any kind of cheesecake though.” Taking another laden amount, she tilted her head. “What’s yours?”
The universe listens to brave
