Lena
Basket on her shoulder, eyes briefly on Mittens, Lena nodded along as they made their way to the Observatory. It was too bad they weren’t here during an evening; she could imagine the stars, and everything else celestial, must have been quite a sight throughout this area. It didn’t mean she couldn’t return another time, and intended to, so she kept those notions under wraps, and hopeful for the future. “Probably. I must go back to the Celestine and some Dragoon duties,” of which she tilted her head, not disclosing, but as Rhiannon was also a soldier, she figured she’d understand. Lena’s tactics, of course, didn’t involve any sort of violence – tending gardens and wounds was where she meandered.
And so Rhiannon would have to do the same – nodding her head in comprehension. She could imagine Halo must’ve required all sorts of patrols, after the rough Deepfrost they’d had. “I’ll let you know.” She intended to return with Zavien, and whomever else; it would be nice to have company while they searched and hoped and prayed.
And so Rhiannon would have to do the same – nodding her head in comprehension. She could imagine Halo must’ve required all sorts of patrols, after the rough Deepfrost they’d had. “I’ll let you know.” She intended to return with Zavien, and whomever else; it would be nice to have company while they searched and hoped and prayed.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
