// think of the sun that shaped them //
“Mm. Maybe wear a helmet?” She winked, but she didn’t take safety for granted. Maybe Colt had something out there or he could find one at the marketplaces. Thereafter she stitched away, content with how things were coming along, and occasionally testing out the portions of the inner pocket, before finding herself finished with that part.
Satisfied, she maneuvered downward on the fabric, checking over the lining and ensuring nothing seemed out of place. She wasn’t certain how to take Zavien’s next inquiry, given that she rarely rode animals. Furrowing her brows, she considered. “I haven’t been in many situations to ask.” From a philosophical position, one might have to ponder all sorts of complexities – horses earned their keep and living by providing transportation, while others, like those shifted, might not have been bothered in the first place. “Same might be said for all of those Attuned who let others ride on them- in that it probably depends on the individual.”
Satisfied, she maneuvered downward on the fabric, checking over the lining and ensuring nothing seemed out of place. She wasn’t certain how to take Zavien’s next inquiry, given that she rarely rode animals. Furrowing her brows, she considered. “I haven’t been in many situations to ask.” From a philosophical position, one might have to ponder all sorts of complexities – horses earned their keep and living by providing transportation, while others, like those shifted, might not have been bothered in the first place. “Same might be said for all of those Attuned who let others ride on them- in that it probably depends on the individual.”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
