Lena
The relief had been on her face and in her heart the moment Zavien had arrived back home – safe and secure – from the desert outing. It’d been an entirely new experience since the last horrific Halo venture, and while she risked wringing her hands constantly out of apprehension, and then reassurance, consolation, the breath held in her lungs wasn’t out of trepidation or anguish.
Enough that she could spare a joke, a merry little song of laughter following through, as she shook her lead, taking hold of his elbow once more, then his hand. “Perhaps you are,” but she paid attention – had known these woods from wandering amidst them time and time again on the same directive and mission. While they might have turned and twisted around, as the glades tended to do, the confidence in her own directional capabilities remained. Mittens rolled its eyes and grumbled, head twisting all the way around as if to ascertain they were fine – or that it knew the way perfectly well. “I’m glad everything went well in the desert.”
The bright smile thrown in her direction caused a flutter of her heart, and then a deep sigh to follow at the question. “I guess – I think I’m always just waiting for the next thing to drop.” A reoccurring amount of chaos, until they were all displaced again. “Hard to be comfortable that way.” Her head tilted upward, watching, patient. "Are you?"
Enough that she could spare a joke, a merry little song of laughter following through, as she shook her lead, taking hold of his elbow once more, then his hand. “Perhaps you are,” but she paid attention – had known these woods from wandering amidst them time and time again on the same directive and mission. While they might have turned and twisted around, as the glades tended to do, the confidence in her own directional capabilities remained. Mittens rolled its eyes and grumbled, head twisting all the way around as if to ascertain they were fine – or that it knew the way perfectly well. “I’m glad everything went well in the desert.”
The bright smile thrown in her direction caused a flutter of her heart, and then a deep sigh to follow at the question. “I guess – I think I’m always just waiting for the next thing to drop.” A reoccurring amount of chaos, until they were all displaced again. “Hard to be comfortable that way.” Her head tilted upward, watching, patient. "Are you?"
The universe listens to brave
