// think of the sun that shaped them //
While going home was foremost on Lena’s mind, she knew it would be a later, rather than a sooner probability. The fact that they would soon be capable of doing so cheered her heart far more, and her morose mood had lifted its veil, so now she hummed at the table, already beginning to sew together some fabric made to look like rags.
She could feel Zavien watching her, but rather than do it all for him (since she’d already been in the process of teaching him to cook, read, write, and garden), she simply made her movements more precise and slower, so he could see, watch again and again as the needle maneuvered deftly, the thread pulled taut, then persisted onward. “I haven’t, no, but I’ve heard all sorts of things.” Which caused a slightly emboldened grin within the corner of her mouth; somewhat amused by the tricks of the herald – though clearly not a creature of chaos. “And seen it at the Festival of Lights, of course.” But there’d never been outright meetings. "Have you?"
She could feel Zavien watching her, but rather than do it all for him (since she’d already been in the process of teaching him to cook, read, write, and garden), she simply made her movements more precise and slower, so he could see, watch again and again as the needle maneuvered deftly, the thread pulled taut, then persisted onward. “I haven’t, no, but I’ve heard all sorts of things.” Which caused a slightly emboldened grin within the corner of her mouth; somewhat amused by the tricks of the herald – though clearly not a creature of chaos. “And seen it at the Festival of Lights, of course.” But there’d never been outright meetings. "Have you?"
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
