Lena
“Okay,” she said, numb all over again, accepting of movement and motion and something to stick to, rather than wringing her hands together and bowing her head over the trepidation. What about the people? Or the Celestine? Had Dahlia’s fit of rage extended even further? And then what –
Inns. Going home. No time wasted. Lifting from her seat, with as much poise as she could muster, she paid for their bill with as much apologies and regret afforded past blundering and blubbering. And even the guilt started to sink in – because why had she thought it’d be fine, to be away, just for a second, a snippet. And wrong – to even dare and dream about such things. Maybe one day she’d forgive herself – but for now, her blood ran cold as they made their way into the storm.
[FIN]
Inns. Going home. No time wasted. Lifting from her seat, with as much poise as she could muster, she paid for their bill with as much apologies and regret afforded past blundering and blubbering. And even the guilt started to sink in – because why had she thought it’d be fine, to be away, just for a second, a snippet. And wrong – to even dare and dream about such things. Maybe one day she’d forgive herself – but for now, her blood ran cold as they made their way into the storm.
[FIN]
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
your choices outweigh your substance
your choices outweigh your substance
