// to the green lessons //
Lena still felt unmoored – despite every nicety thrown their way. Perhaps it would take her more than a few weeks to be fine and safe and secure – or less homesick for the inevitable gardens of the Celestine, the restlessness clawing between her veins at the thought of her wayward animals, and everything else adrift.
But she would help, just as she always did – head held low or high or somewhere in between, so when Koa announced they’d be securing new Dragoons headquarters, she arrived, staff tucked neatly in her bag, Mittens hovering at her shoulder. “Here to assist,” she murmured to him, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, stung and strung somewhere, before her gaze went over the building – figuring they could make it work.
But she would help, just as she always did – head held low or high or somewhere in between, so when Koa announced they’d be securing new Dragoons headquarters, she arrived, staff tucked neatly in her bag, Mittens hovering at her shoulder. “Here to assist,” she murmured to him, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, stung and strung somewhere, before her gaze went over the building – figuring they could make it work.
Lena
// of soft, simple quiet beneath the sun //
