// think of the sun that shaped them //
The Caretaker was no less busy than before; tending, mending, and assuaging to the hordes of animals amidst the enclosures. While the population was in no greater or lesser supply than before, new species had come into the realm – and with it, a vaster array of knowledge upon those portions of Climb ventures. After alleviating several beasts and bandaging a few others, she made careful notations, and then glanced at the time – aware she had a meeting to attend to.
Pushing her basket further up her shoulder, she hustled along the garden paths and the lit portions, Mittens hovering around, before extending its head upwards and rotating it around much like an owl. Eventually, she made her way back to the entrance, recognizing Colt from a distance. “Hello!” She called with a gentle wave, before advancing further, serene and tranquil but still showing the hallmarks of a day’s work already – soil-stained apron, hair beginning to stick up and away from its bun. “Welcome to the Celestine!”
Pushing her basket further up her shoulder, she hustled along the garden paths and the lit portions, Mittens hovering around, before extending its head upwards and rotating it around much like an owl. Eventually, she made her way back to the entrance, recognizing Colt from a distance. “Hello!” She called with a gentle wave, before advancing further, serene and tranquil but still showing the hallmarks of a day’s work already – soil-stained apron, hair beginning to stick up and away from its bun. “Welcome to the Celestine!”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
