// think of the sun that shaped them //
She didn’t know most of the King’s End citizens well, having been occupied in trying to keep Stormbreak quiet and rebellious from behind the veil – and none of it working out, in the end. So their kindness had been something extraordinary, and her eyes widened before falling to the familiar path lines of the Mathair. “Thank you. Everyone’s been very supportive.” She’d spent most of the day choking back either tears of frustration or apprehension over Zavien and the desert situation, so perhaps it was best that she committed herself to wandering amidst the Greatwood, being useful and helpful.
She glided around the massive tree goddess, Mittens in tow, gently plying and prying through roots, working up the courage to figure out if there was any means for her vocation – the way she’d dedicated nearly her entire life to the Celestine. “Does – does King’s End need anything in particular? I know a lot about herbs and healing.”
She glided around the massive tree goddess, Mittens in tow, gently plying and prying through roots, working up the courage to figure out if there was any means for her vocation – the way she’d dedicated nearly her entire life to the Celestine. “Does – does King’s End need anything in particular? I know a lot about herbs and healing.”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
