Lena
Some days it seemed like they knew and understood everything. And with others, as soon as the chaos brimmed wide and far, it was as if they’d never had a hold on anything. She could sympathize and understand the confusion; the turmoil remained an unsettled portion in her ribcage for as long as Starfall had existed, and before, when war churned against their souls. But their contributions would have to be the flowers themselves – determination waged there, in the thick of exploration.
When there was nothing to behold there, she drew out a piece of paper, and began composing other portions – things she didn’t want to reflect upon either, but a task just the same. “Oh, that would be very nice. I think I have some jerky too.” She went exploring through her bag, snagging t the portions, granting some to Mittens, whom immediately gravitated to the nuances, before passing over more to Kaisel. “Have you already written a poem to Vox?” A light inquiry, but a question just the same – wondering how others had catered to this whim.
When there was nothing to behold there, she drew out a piece of paper, and began composing other portions – things she didn’t want to reflect upon either, but a task just the same. “Oh, that would be very nice. I think I have some jerky too.” She went exploring through her bag, snagging t the portions, granting some to Mittens, whom immediately gravitated to the nuances, before passing over more to Kaisel. “Have you already written a poem to Vox?” A light inquiry, but a question just the same – wondering how others had catered to this whim.
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
