Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
Home had been such a blessing and then simultaneously an embittered curse for the past few weeks – King’s End refugees banding together to help another region anew. And while she was grateful for everything offered, she couldn’t help that pang of relief and longing beginning to thread through her. Home to her actual house and her gardens. Home to the Celestine. Home to the wonderful portions and pieces of old stone who held histories and stories far too vast for them to even comprehend.
A long sigh filtered thorugh her, as she pressed her forehead back to Zavien’s, placing a small kiss on his nose. “Which means we probably need to figure out leadership things,” and she winked, not sure if he could see it or not, nor if he’d want to address it. But it needed to linger there too, as much as the next thing she offered. “We should do something nice for King’s End – for letting us stay at all.”
A long sigh filtered thorugh her, as she pressed her forehead back to Zavien’s, placing a small kiss on his nose. “Which means we probably need to figure out leadership things,” and she winked, not sure if he could see it or not, nor if he’d want to address it. But it needed to linger there too, as much as the next thing she offered. “We should do something nice for King’s End – for letting us stay at all.”
