Lena
even when no one was looking
I was still kind
I was still kind
Lena moved swiftly through most of the enclosures – humming, a serene little fixture as she swept about. By the time she’d arrived back within the griffin’s enclosure, most of the others had been fed, watered, and the morning bandages, medicines, or ointments applied. Once she rounded back after figuring out how Zavien, Sol, and the little fledgling were doing, she could meander through the gardens, do some weeding –
But when she returned, things had evidently taken a turn, and all the tranquility drained out of her as her eyes roamed from face to face, before landing on Zavien’s with a look of avid confusion and concern. “He wants to go with him…,” she repeated, clearly trying to wrap her mind around the situation. This was likely the last thing Zavien needed now, especially after weeks of healing and seasons of trauma – to have the bond not severed, but certainly stretched thin and taut. Swallowing down a whole multitude of her own feelings, she went to go hold his hand – but finding it occupied by perhaps the last remnants of his dragon for a while, she opted to gently grab his elbow. “I’ve never heard of such a thing-,” at least, not since she’d worked within the Celestine.
Placing her lips together, worrying, her gaze went to Sol, and all the determination sequestered there. Both so noble, just, and staunch, but so self-sacrificing that it hurt to watch. Eventually her brown eyes went back to the Dragoon, trying to piece everything together, and already knowing the answer. “Are you sure? You don’t have to-,” keep doing this she wanted to say, understanding it wouldn’t have mattered. We can find another way might’ve parsed through. It doesn’t always have to be you suffering was one more figment.
But when she returned, things had evidently taken a turn, and all the tranquility drained out of her as her eyes roamed from face to face, before landing on Zavien’s with a look of avid confusion and concern. “He wants to go with him…,” she repeated, clearly trying to wrap her mind around the situation. This was likely the last thing Zavien needed now, especially after weeks of healing and seasons of trauma – to have the bond not severed, but certainly stretched thin and taut. Swallowing down a whole multitude of her own feelings, she went to go hold his hand – but finding it occupied by perhaps the last remnants of his dragon for a while, she opted to gently grab his elbow. “I’ve never heard of such a thing-,” at least, not since she’d worked within the Celestine.
Placing her lips together, worrying, her gaze went to Sol, and all the determination sequestered there. Both so noble, just, and staunch, but so self-sacrificing that it hurt to watch. Eventually her brown eyes went back to the Dragoon, trying to piece everything together, and already knowing the answer. “Are you sure? You don’t have to-,” keep doing this she wanted to say, understanding it wouldn’t have mattered. We can find another way might’ve parsed through. It doesn’t always have to be you suffering was one more figment.
with all of my heart
even when it is invisible
even when it is invisible
