Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
Her brows furrowed into distinct points; neither angry nor antagonistic, but perhaps bothered, concerned to hear of such assignments, and from Anju of all people…but she didn’t let it show any further. That simply meant more on the subject of her friend – of a woman who might very well be entrenched deeper into the Family’s fold than she’d ever reckoned. Her heart had been persistent in defending her, but – was this under Dahlia’s reign? Was this a way to ensure Koa remained unaware of his sister’s plight and infection, or…
She realized she hadn’t answered and softly shook her head. “That’s awful. I sincerely hope that’s not the case,” which was the truth of the matter, while her mind contemplated and she settled upon the metal fixture. The question reckoned back at her gave her pause; because while she wanted to be honest, she also had no intention of burdening the Dragoon further with her own woes.
But he’d talked to Zavien already, and so she flinched ever so slightly, wringing her hands around the basket handle. “Oh, um, it hasn’t been great,” she mustered instead of uttering or murmuring about heartbreak and loneliness, of duties and responsibilities, of ties to gods and things she’d always wanted so firmly in place, and others flickering away on multiple ties and knots. Had Koa been there, would it have made things easier? Better? Or still simultaneously worse? She could hear his guilt, his desire to help, but she wasn’t certain how or what, and kept, perhaps for both of their sakes, her fingers tightly wound around the container. “I just feel a little lost, after everything-,” unmoored might be a better word for it. Like she’d known everything before and now didn’t have a single clue or step in any direction. “Do you know what you’re going to do?”
She realized she hadn’t answered and softly shook her head. “That’s awful. I sincerely hope that’s not the case,” which was the truth of the matter, while her mind contemplated and she settled upon the metal fixture. The question reckoned back at her gave her pause; because while she wanted to be honest, she also had no intention of burdening the Dragoon further with her own woes.
But he’d talked to Zavien already, and so she flinched ever so slightly, wringing her hands around the basket handle. “Oh, um, it hasn’t been great,” she mustered instead of uttering or murmuring about heartbreak and loneliness, of duties and responsibilities, of ties to gods and things she’d always wanted so firmly in place, and others flickering away on multiple ties and knots. Had Koa been there, would it have made things easier? Better? Or still simultaneously worse? She could hear his guilt, his desire to help, but she wasn’t certain how or what, and kept, perhaps for both of their sakes, her fingers tightly wound around the container. “I just feel a little lost, after everything-,” unmoored might be a better word for it. Like she’d known everything before and now didn’t have a single clue or step in any direction. “Do you know what you’re going to do?”
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
