Lena
Lena gave only a brief nod, swallowing down something else. Now she regretted saying anything at all; but she also didn’t want to keep people lingering in the dark, unaware of the transgressions bordering upon them on all sides. It was that sort of desperate pull into anything and everything that she yearned to avoid. “Hopefully he can get her healed soon,” and that’d be one more dilemma firmly off their shoulders.
The purple hues of the food, though some bright and vibrant, gave her pause too, before she snagged at a grape too, and tended to the little flourishes of plums and raisins she’d set aside, plating them delicately as cries erupted from the surroundings.
She dropped the plate entirely – though it didn’t crack against the soft blanket. Every hair stood on end, and she could feel the tremble of her fingers beginning again. Logic told her they were will-o-wisps, as did the little bulbs of light streaming through the thick forest canopies and the distinct trunks. It didn’t make it any less harsh to hear the calls of her sister though, long gone, or echoing distinctions of her parents – or even Koa and Zavien, yelling harshly in the distance. “Yes. We just have to ignore them,” she uttered. “They like others to follow them.”
Then Mittens screeched in regard – an open mouthed accord the likes she’d never heard out of the creature, and the wisps seemed to begin dissipating, perhaps disappointed they wouldn’t be able to lead the three astray.
The purple hues of the food, though some bright and vibrant, gave her pause too, before she snagged at a grape too, and tended to the little flourishes of plums and raisins she’d set aside, plating them delicately as cries erupted from the surroundings.
She dropped the plate entirely – though it didn’t crack against the soft blanket. Every hair stood on end, and she could feel the tremble of her fingers beginning again. Logic told her they were will-o-wisps, as did the little bulbs of light streaming through the thick forest canopies and the distinct trunks. It didn’t make it any less harsh to hear the calls of her sister though, long gone, or echoing distinctions of her parents – or even Koa and Zavien, yelling harshly in the distance. “Yes. We just have to ignore them,” she uttered. “They like others to follow them.”
Then Mittens screeched in regard – an open mouthed accord the likes she’d never heard out of the creature, and the wisps seemed to begin dissipating, perhaps disappointed they wouldn’t be able to lead the three astray.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
