Lena
“I don’t believe so, but Mittens takes any threats very seriously.” To which the snowball gave a raucous screech again, before hovering above her shoulder, his head beginning to rotate around, similar to an owl. She arched a brow at the notions of fighting, hiding a long sigh threatening to ward its way through her lungs. “We don’t have to pick a quarrel with everything we meet,” she considered after a few moments, perhaps as life advice or hint of the moment sagacity. “If they don’t, then we can do something about it.” For now though, the vipers crept and crawled their way through the dark, and both Caretaker and Dragoon’s strides were long enough to sweep away along pathways.
As for the flowers, she hummed a little under her breath. “They can be used for a variety of things, but mostly cleansing – either a person or land infected by the void.” Making them a valuable item for the multitudes and masses.
As for the flowers, she hummed a little under her breath. “They can be used for a variety of things, but mostly cleansing – either a person or land infected by the void.” Making them a valuable item for the multitudes and masses.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
