The breeze was inviting, but nothing else strayed or stayed, or even approached. Lena took that as enough of a sign – felt it meld into the corners of her rib cage, into the planes and angles of her shoulders. It was a slew of thoughts tracing and trailing thereafter – ruminations she’d long since blended into her heart and figured they were real, tangible, harsh outlines. She hadn’t been doing enough. She hadn’t been worthy., Maybe, maybe, in time, she’d be able to earn the right to call for Frey again.
“Thank you,” she whispered, taking a long, slow breath, and putting the staff back in her basket. She’d be calm and composed. She’d already known – this had just been fears, anxieties, and apprehensions confirmed; conforming deeply in the back of her mind for the future. Then she’d be gone back the way she’d came, forging on ahead with everything there was to do. Committed, as ever, to the multitudes.
[FIN]
“Thank you,” she whispered, taking a long, slow breath, and putting the staff back in her basket. She’d be calm and composed. She’d already known – this had just been fears, anxieties, and apprehensions confirmed; conforming deeply in the back of her mind for the future. Then she’d be gone back the way she’d came, forging on ahead with everything there was to do. Committed, as ever, to the multitudes.
[FIN]
Lena
