// think of the sun that shaped them //
Generational knowledge was a wonderful thing to have too – and Lena nodded and grinned at that. She would be the first of her lineage to be a Caretaker; but she understood the length of traditions and stories shared, regardless of occupation, were beneficial. At her hint or joke though, the Attuned arched a brow, granting a mischievous grin but saying nothing more.
The murmurs of hope flickered through, and at least they’d always have that. Half the time Lena’s entire disposition seemed heavily reliant on that singular aspect – and determination, swift and keen. She had no doubt that eventually they’d be able to have Caido without infection or parasitic intentions. The other potential outcome was far more daunting and terrifying.
She did watch to ensure Colt was all right in the proceedings, and when she seemed to adopt a very methodical air, Lena left her to it. Tending to her own, she whispered and remained calm, a balm of many senses and circumstances, happily humming a tune under her breath as she reapplied a bandage over wounds. “Looking so much better,” she crooned, snagging at an ointment and dressing it within the layers of fabric and gauze.
The soft response was met with a nod. “I think most of the ones that end up here understand it, to some extent. Others don’t care, and some have loud opinions. But unicorns have always seemed very wise to me.” Maybe that was why they made great companions. “If you want, you can spread more of the hay out too.”
The murmurs of hope flickered through, and at least they’d always have that. Half the time Lena’s entire disposition seemed heavily reliant on that singular aspect – and determination, swift and keen. She had no doubt that eventually they’d be able to have Caido without infection or parasitic intentions. The other potential outcome was far more daunting and terrifying.
She did watch to ensure Colt was all right in the proceedings, and when she seemed to adopt a very methodical air, Lena left her to it. Tending to her own, she whispered and remained calm, a balm of many senses and circumstances, happily humming a tune under her breath as she reapplied a bandage over wounds. “Looking so much better,” she crooned, snagging at an ointment and dressing it within the layers of fabric and gauze.
The soft response was met with a nod. “I think most of the ones that end up here understand it, to some extent. Others don’t care, and some have loud opinions. But unicorns have always seemed very wise to me.” Maybe that was why they made great companions. “If you want, you can spread more of the hay out too.”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
