// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena’s brow arched further, head coming up at the indication that he’d prefer recklessness over potential derision – which she’d probably already known, but given everything that had occurred, she swallowed down a deep sigh. “I would hate for you to get hurt simply because someone might laugh at you.” In the end, he was going to make a decision one way or another, but head wounds weren’t something to be messed with, even if she did have some healing portions –
Holding up her robes instead of fettering herself into some new panic, she shook them out twice, trying to find where any seams were out of place. When it seemed fine, she folded it up nicely, then placed it near Zavien’s for later. “Ooh, yes, masks.” She went towards her bag, fishing out some more white cloth, gaze flickering back to him, granting a small smile as her mind began to conjure potentials. “What were you thinking for the design? Completely Ludo-esque or something a little different?”
Holding up her robes instead of fettering herself into some new panic, she shook them out twice, trying to find where any seams were out of place. When it seemed fine, she folded it up nicely, then placed it near Zavien’s for later. “Ooh, yes, masks.” She went towards her bag, fishing out some more white cloth, gaze flickering back to him, granting a small smile as her mind began to conjure potentials. “What were you thinking for the design? Completely Ludo-esque or something a little different?”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
