// hope, is wonderfully messy //
The sun crept lower in the sky, and the Caretaker knew the opportunities for her searching, at least for today, were beginning to dwindle. Soon she’d have to either fly or skyboat her way back home, to look far less suspicious, return to her duties amidst the Celestine, and take chances later on. “Have you ever been here before?” She mustered to Rhiannon, glancing this way and that as she shielded her eyes from the wondrous glows and rays of the spring elements.
She hadn’t – at least not far enough down in the marketplace from the village itself. The stalls were a marvelous array of riches and goods, and she admired the shallow water coming in from the river itself – would’ve spent far more time occupying it with glances and studies, had other things not called to her attention. Hopefully it’d be easy to spot roses from these realms.
She hadn’t – at least not far enough down in the marketplace from the village itself. The stalls were a marvelous array of riches and goods, and she admired the shallow water coming in from the river itself – would’ve spent far more time occupying it with glances and studies, had other things not called to her attention. Hopefully it’d be easy to spot roses from these realms.
Lena
// we must weather the potential of happiness //
