// to the green lessons //
She could feel the tears beginning to well behind her eyes the moment he pulled her in. Regret and longing and sorrow, built up where there should’ve been nothing but happiness and contentment. She reined it in as best she could, only sliding a slight breath outward before placing her head on his shoulder and gazing across the horizon. The warmth of the mug and his presence kept her from trembling, and she could be strong again for both of them or simply let herself go when he eventually peeled away –
She brushed something off her cheek and kept going. “They’re called pyrinas. They have black fireproof wool, and do tend to headbutt, like the alpinas. But they can eat gemstones and fireweed.”Finding them most intriguing, if a bit unruly and naughty. Perhaps like her own companion.
The Caretaker kept the rest of her meaning quiet though. Zavien could mull it over in which every way he wished. A part of her wanted to refute his point with something melancholic, but couldn’t spoil everything left in their wake. Her hopes stayed on the pathway; of flowers and strength, of ways they could keep standing, going, without unraveling, without bending, without breaking. “Mm. With some new aspirations, maybe.” Sedition. Determination. Rooted and grounded and refusing to yield.
She brushed something off her cheek and kept going. “They’re called pyrinas. They have black fireproof wool, and do tend to headbutt, like the alpinas. But they can eat gemstones and fireweed.”Finding them most intriguing, if a bit unruly and naughty. Perhaps like her own companion.
The Caretaker kept the rest of her meaning quiet though. Zavien could mull it over in which every way he wished. A part of her wanted to refute his point with something melancholic, but couldn’t spoil everything left in their wake. Her hopes stayed on the pathway; of flowers and strength, of ways they could keep standing, going, without unraveling, without bending, without breaking. “Mm. With some new aspirations, maybe.” Sedition. Determination. Rooted and grounded and refusing to yield.
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
