Lena
Mittens had a certain polarizing effect on others that left Lena cringing inwardly and outwardly, not enough apologies on her lips as daggers were drawn. Her hands went up instantly in a form of mild surrender, to placate the calm atmosphere again, rather than herald another perilous storm. When Rhiannon seemed to recognize her, she took another few breaths, easing her limbs downwards and back to the basket on her arm, a slight frown directed back at her companion. It was entirely unbothered by the spectacle it had made, hovering above the crimson river and back again. “Yes, sorry,” and she gave a light smile to herald so many other things away.
As for Mittens, who always drew attention, she nodded. “An abominable snowball. I’d wager it has some sort of Caido magic,” given that it was still the only one she’d ever heard of, or come across, with such abilities. “We’re only out here to look for some flowers. I hope you don’t mind.”
As for Mittens, who always drew attention, she nodded. “An abominable snowball. I’d wager it has some sort of Caido magic,” given that it was still the only one she’d ever heard of, or come across, with such abilities. “We’re only out here to look for some flowers. I hope you don’t mind.”
The universe listens to brave
