Lena
The Crimson Cataract had been something of a legend back in the libraries at home – but Lena never thought she’d set her eyes to it. Before, it had seemingly been a heaving, bloodied waterfall – now it roamed, a river of ruby laden amidst the Greatwood’s enigmas. She’d only taken a few short hours off from her Celestine responsibilities, because the greater part of her knew that even if they all buried their hands and carried on as if everything was normal, it wouldn’t be enough.
So she tested the boundaries and limitations, slipping away into forest eaves. She didn’t think she’d find anyone here either – so she was surprised to emerge at the edge of the babbling plains to find a familiar face. Before she could say anything though, Mittens screeched some unholy gospel, growling under its breath. “I’m so sorry,” she said on habitual-laced compassion, for she did apologize for her companion frequently. “Rhiannon, wasn’t it?”
So she tested the boundaries and limitations, slipping away into forest eaves. She didn’t think she’d find anyone here either – so she was surprised to emerge at the edge of the babbling plains to find a familiar face. Before she could say anything though, Mittens screeched some unholy gospel, growling under its breath. “I’m so sorry,” she said on habitual-laced compassion, for she did apologize for her companion frequently. “Rhiannon, wasn’t it?”
The universe listens to brave
