Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
The Caretaker had kept herself busy all day long; ensuring animals were fed, watered, mended, bandaged, and overall content by the time she left in the later portions of the afternoon. Then she could spend less time worrying through skyport villas and ventures amidst the sky, and more on growth, on perseverance, on strength, and renewal. On the better blessings of their lives, on those like Zavien, who tried and endured and loved like an open book.
Eventually, she landed amidst the rest of the small crowd disembarking – but rather than linger upon the thresholds of the Sidhe and look for a place to spend the evening, she already knew where hers was going to be. She and Mittens came along a quicker pace, an excited and ebullient smile buoyant upon her features, until she twisted and turned along the pathways to the Observatory, and could see him lingering by the stairs.
Rather than announce her presence via shouting or snagging at attention, she simply beelined over – footsteps light and airy, before her hands reached out to grasp, interlocking with either arms or palms, whatever she could gain hold of – eyes attentive, searching and seeking – content to see some of the darkness faded from his gaze. “Hey,” she bolstered, ignoring the way Mittens grimaced or growled nearby.
Eventually, she landed amidst the rest of the small crowd disembarking – but rather than linger upon the thresholds of the Sidhe and look for a place to spend the evening, she already knew where hers was going to be. She and Mittens came along a quicker pace, an excited and ebullient smile buoyant upon her features, until she twisted and turned along the pathways to the Observatory, and could see him lingering by the stairs.
Rather than announce her presence via shouting or snagging at attention, she simply beelined over – footsteps light and airy, before her hands reached out to grasp, interlocking with either arms or palms, whatever she could gain hold of – eyes attentive, searching and seeking – content to see some of the darkness faded from his gaze. “Hey,” she bolstered, ignoring the way Mittens grimaced or growled nearby.
