// think of the sun that shaped them //
Mittens, unaware of scrutiny upon its entity, had taken it upon itself to begin whistling and rotating about in a forward roll, somersaulting occasionally and hovering through the air, wholly unbothered by any eyes upon it. Hiding a snort, Lena glanced at her companion before shaking her head and trying not to laugh; because while the bonded was certainly different and unique, it had its own source of amusements.
Taking another small cut and inspecting again, the Caretaker hadn’t expected the statement, immediately ready to defend several honors. “I don’t think it dislikes you,” but upon studying it, she found she didn’t quite have the right answer – or know well enough. Mittens kept its gloves tight to its…chest. “It’s hard to tell. Very broad emotions. And they’re usually frenzied.” Or generally enraged. And it didn't take much.
Taking another small cut and inspecting again, the Caretaker hadn’t expected the statement, immediately ready to defend several honors. “I don’t think it dislikes you,” but upon studying it, she found she didn’t quite have the right answer – or know well enough. Mittens kept its gloves tight to its…chest. “It’s hard to tell. Very broad emotions. And they’re usually frenzied.” Or generally enraged. And it didn't take much.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
