// think of the sun that shaped them //
Stories of the Mathair had always delighted Lena as a child. From trees, to goddesses, to something divine and spellbinding, she’d flipped through pages upon pages of the written tomes, mapping out the illustrations and reviewing them when she had the time. But to behold it now was something abstract and bewildering on its own; from the gnarled roots encased all around the land, to the deadly, carnivorous plants nearby.
While Mittens growled and hissed at fly traps, the Caretaker meandered her way in grace and elegance along the trunk’s system, mesmerized. “What a place,” she whispered to Rhiannon., wondering if she should be setting some offerings down as well.
While Mittens growled and hissed at fly traps, the Caretaker meandered her way in grace and elegance along the trunk’s system, mesmerized. “What a place,” she whispered to Rhiannon., wondering if she should be setting some offerings down as well.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
