a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Metacarpal Island had a certain aspect to it that left Lena wide-eyed and apprehensive. The semblance of nervousness remained steady and certain, a looming, blooming warning in the back of her mind, and all through her soul; so she and Mittens stayed tied and tethered to the beach. Away from the menacing portions of the encroaching wood – her eyes flicking back and forth to it every so often, as they scoured the sand for some treasures to take home. To make something of substance out of a place that didn’t resonate in anything except safety; no matter the imperfections.
But the abominable cretin had spotted something else down the lines of dunes, screeching wholeheartedly, and the Attuned raised her head, one hand following suit to shield her gaze from the sun, peering across the expanse until she also saw someone else conforming from the area.
But the abominable cretin had spotted something else down the lines of dunes, screeching wholeheartedly, and the Attuned raised her head, one hand following suit to shield her gaze from the sun, peering across the expanse until she also saw someone else conforming from the area.
Lena
