Lena
Lena’s features were the picture of relief as she Rhiannon added that she was also looking for flowers; as if she’d found another comrade in arms as the Family settled their overbearing hues across the world. She stepped alongside the riverbank, coaxed gently by the lull of the lazy river, eyes flickering back and forth on plants settled in between stones. “I’ve often wondered if it much like memory snow, only far more permanent.” Her eyes swept fondly to the snowball regardless, even if it was a devilish little fixture; it had begun to swoop low and spy upon fish.
“Same,” she hummed in response, and with difficulty, noted that there weren’t any here either. “I’ve had no luck in Frey’s Breath either.” Her nose wrinkled, the only sign of that disappointed that scraped away at the seams of her ichor; alongside so many other misgivings. “Should we look elsewhere?”
“Same,” she hummed in response, and with difficulty, noted that there weren’t any here either. “I’ve had no luck in Frey’s Breath either.” Her nose wrinkled, the only sign of that disappointed that scraped away at the seams of her ichor; alongside so many other misgivings. “Should we look elsewhere?”
The universe listens to brave
