// think of the sun that shaped them //
“No,” Lena shook her head, hands on her hips as she paused, staring at a particularly large patch of bramble and thorns, then beginning to peer in, to come up ultimately empty. “Have you?” She wasn’t certain on Rhiannon’s sense of adventure or accomplishments across the venues and worlds – she could’ve very well have experienced the meeting of seasonal deities.
The Caretaker’s favorite was, of course, Nature Frey, but had met Safrin on wondrous occasions, as well as brief glances of Tanau. She might’ve imparted some stories, if the hybrid was willing, but was otherwise distracted, hopes turning into dashed formations as naught was to be found. “I don’t see anything here,” she murmured. “Do you want to try somewhere else?” She thought of the Sidhe Village, the Bodega, portions of the Observatory that might have a fondness for certain and particular flowers. Worth the journey on several parts, at least.
[FIN]
The Caretaker’s favorite was, of course, Nature Frey, but had met Safrin on wondrous occasions, as well as brief glances of Tanau. She might’ve imparted some stories, if the hybrid was willing, but was otherwise distracted, hopes turning into dashed formations as naught was to be found. “I don’t see anything here,” she murmured. “Do you want to try somewhere else?” She thought of the Sidhe Village, the Bodega, portions of the Observatory that might have a fondness for certain and particular flowers. Worth the journey on several parts, at least.
[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
