a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
She appreciated any of the help she could get, and grinned in gratitude as he began sweeping more of the silt and loam into her basket. A quick glance informed her the tumsea was soon gone, just a wondrous image for half a moment as it dove back down beneath the waves, likely content to have extended its wholesome regard.
Asta’s lack of journeying here before surprised her; perhaps she expected him to have traversed anywhere warm and sunny – but left that curiosity in the back of her mind, regaining focus on the task at hand. “If only every day was that simple,” she hummed – given the pragmatics, speculation, and constant threat from the Family. Figuring the Grounds may, or may not, be feeling the same way, she angled her conversation into far more pleasant aspects. “How are things with you?”
Asta’s lack of journeying here before surprised her; perhaps she expected him to have traversed anywhere warm and sunny – but left that curiosity in the back of her mind, regaining focus on the task at hand. “If only every day was that simple,” she hummed – given the pragmatics, speculation, and constant threat from the Family. Figuring the Grounds may, or may not, be feeling the same way, she angled her conversation into far more pleasant aspects. “How are things with you?”
Lena
