// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena noted the invitation with a smile, eternally grateful for the spread of King’s End’s beauty – for places and pockets to mourn with endless conviction and growth surrounding, consuming, the onslaughts of legend and wars. “Gods, hard to believe this season is already halfway through. But I’ll see if I can find time to make the trip.”
Enclosures first wasn’t a surprise, and she already made a sweeping ‘follow me’ gesture as soon as the notions were picked. “They change so often, it’s difficult to pick one,” she murmured, though a wrinkle to her nose might’ve caught the next jocular line. “Unicorns always have my heart though – as well as any starwhales, baby dragons, or blink hares….,” rotating through her fingers quickly, then shaking her head. “We do have some foals with the smaller herd,” and they would soon come upon the path notched and angled towards an enclosure and scenery that Colt would find very familiar – given that it had been altered to signify portions of King’s End.
Opening the gate, she quietly snuck both of them in. “I have to check a few bandages anyway,” and she pointed towards six unicorns nestled together, in all shades and hues, proudly watching or appearing wholly indifferent. “They must’ve been attacked by some massive predator.” Sensing the Caretaker’s appearance, several raised their heads and seemed to be considering their options, before Lena began advancing towards the group, expecting Colt to follow.
Enclosures first wasn’t a surprise, and she already made a sweeping ‘follow me’ gesture as soon as the notions were picked. “They change so often, it’s difficult to pick one,” she murmured, though a wrinkle to her nose might’ve caught the next jocular line. “Unicorns always have my heart though – as well as any starwhales, baby dragons, or blink hares….,” rotating through her fingers quickly, then shaking her head. “We do have some foals with the smaller herd,” and they would soon come upon the path notched and angled towards an enclosure and scenery that Colt would find very familiar – given that it had been altered to signify portions of King’s End.
Opening the gate, she quietly snuck both of them in. “I have to check a few bandages anyway,” and she pointed towards six unicorns nestled together, in all shades and hues, proudly watching or appearing wholly indifferent. “They must’ve been attacked by some massive predator.” Sensing the Caretaker’s appearance, several raised their heads and seemed to be considering their options, before Lena began advancing towards the group, expecting Colt to follow.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
