// to the green lessons //
Nothing felt any better. She’d put on a brave face and pretend, but the tension snapped through her lungs and she hated every ounce of it. Processing the incoming alterations had been enough to gnarl at her normally, even keeled presence; the calm just a glamour and veneer. She didn’t want Zavien to feel as though she was abandoning him, when she simply couldn’t vacate the world where the ties of responsibilities were so woven into her very existence.
She aspired and conspired the same routine in the morning – up well before sunrise, showered and dressed for the day’s long work of going up and down the pathways of the Celestine, tending, mending, assuaging, soothing, before winding back home or within the Dragoon’s outreach, catering to whatever was needed.
Hair braided and pinned for the day, she’d wandered out of her room, going quietly through the halls and roaming towards the kitchen; striving not to wake Zavien on the couch – to discover he was already awake and within the threshold. “Hey,” she murmured back, presenting a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. His expression did nothing to alleviate her concerns or her own heartache, and she bit at her lip, taking a long breath and trying to find the wherewithal to line across her shoulders. “Of course.” She padded her way towards him, finding a mug in the cabinets.
She aspired and conspired the same routine in the morning – up well before sunrise, showered and dressed for the day’s long work of going up and down the pathways of the Celestine, tending, mending, assuaging, soothing, before winding back home or within the Dragoon’s outreach, catering to whatever was needed.
Hair braided and pinned for the day, she’d wandered out of her room, going quietly through the halls and roaming towards the kitchen; striving not to wake Zavien on the couch – to discover he was already awake and within the threshold. “Hey,” she murmured back, presenting a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. His expression did nothing to alleviate her concerns or her own heartache, and she bit at her lip, taking a long breath and trying to find the wherewithal to line across her shoulders. “Of course.” She padded her way towards him, finding a mug in the cabinets.
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
