Lena
She pressed her lips together in a vague line. The notions hadn’t been out of the realm of possibilities, but stretched quite far. “You mean like an invasion?” She murmured, glancing back at him as they came further to her preferred spot. “I think it would be very difficult to get all of those people on the same page.” The Caretaker could recall how the last war had gone – and even then, sides upon sides mustered enormous excuses and conditions – tried to explain away their crimes. “And the potential of putting someone else in that seat – and then leaving – means the same thing could happen all over again.” Unless the entire Family was extinguished, but given their track records, the unlikelihood seemed in the far greater probability measures.
Taking in another long inhale, she drew upon the rock, leaning up against it as she began to go through her bag. The sun dappled through the canopy, dusting along troves of lichen, moss, and wildflowers - a beautiful area to admire, search, and construct poems. “I wish it were that easy.”
Taking in another long inhale, she drew upon the rock, leaning up against it as she began to go through her bag. The sun dappled through the canopy, dusting along troves of lichen, moss, and wildflowers - a beautiful area to admire, search, and construct poems. “I wish it were that easy.”
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
