Lena
Though Lena wouldn’t speak ill of any creatures, especially those created by Frey and Rae, her eyes still followed the tracks and traces of the orbs of light, until they gradually dimmed and faded from sight. “I’m sure some find them amusing. Maybe it’s all in what they hear.” In her case, that had been far from the course, and she took in another long breath, willing her fingers to stop shaking.
Grabbing a handful of raisins, and tossing some to Mittens to it might partake in their little picnic, and perhaps as reward for ensuring the will-o-wisps weren’t any semblance of danger for them. Her head tilted, listening to Sohalia describe the parties during LongNight – half-wondering what it would be like, to be amused in the thralls and throngs of constant darkness, rather than waiting for the light to return. “Oh? What sort of parties?” She allowed a small, teasing smile to glimpse across her features, imagining a drunken, caterwauling sort of scene.
Grabbing a handful of raisins, and tossing some to Mittens to it might partake in their little picnic, and perhaps as reward for ensuring the will-o-wisps weren’t any semblance of danger for them. Her head tilted, listening to Sohalia describe the parties during LongNight – half-wondering what it would be like, to be amused in the thralls and throngs of constant darkness, rather than waiting for the light to return. “Oh? What sort of parties?” She allowed a small, teasing smile to glimpse across her features, imagining a drunken, caterwauling sort of scene.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
