Lena
Lena, well versed in nature due to her occupation, lifestyle, and recent back and forth ventures, remained wholly unbothered by the landscape. The same could not be said for Koa’s cousin, and though she was used to the antics, she couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder and stifle either a grimace or a laugh. Probably both.
Stopping on their walk to lean upon a nearby rock, essentially giving him an opportunity to catch his breath, she wondered if she’d have to heal him before they made it partway through the thickets. “Are you all right? I’ve got my staff if you need it,” and her brows furrowed, watching as she spit out moss and dirt. Mittens, ever indifferent to anyone else’s suffering, rolled its stone eyes, then continued to hover, floating on by the other Dragoon.
Stopping on their walk to lean upon a nearby rock, essentially giving him an opportunity to catch his breath, she wondered if she’d have to heal him before they made it partway through the thickets. “Are you all right? I’ve got my staff if you need it,” and her brows furrowed, watching as she spit out moss and dirt. Mittens, ever indifferent to anyone else’s suffering, rolled its stone eyes, then continued to hover, floating on by the other Dragoon.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
