// where your body hears the words of the sun //
With directions and challenges ahead, everyone took to their designated coordinates. Sohalia ’s western portions went well initially, picking up the litter, and beginning to disassemble the many fallen branches, when it all came to a problematic juncture. A crow, perhaps bothered by her proximity or not having fond memories of the last season or so, screeched from her towering tree nearby, before swooping down towards the Attuned’s head.
Theea ’s southern exploits were incredibly swift and keen; picking apart the glass carefully and efficiently (wise, especially when dealing with sharp portions). The lights, however, perhaps due to their prior state, weren’t as content with their arrangements, and the Accepted would soon find pieces of it tangled upon itself, knotted and gnarled and not the greatest sight for any wandering visitor.
The northern part would find Zavien and Sol’s efforts well placed. The dragon snatched at the debris, piling it along, while the Dragoon shifted soil and placed stakes – except for one seemed defiant to the end, beginning to sag and snag as soon as the Accepted left it alone. Perhaps there was something else he could try?
And Lena, heading east, huffed as soon as she saw the upturned benches again. Had portions of the Family roamed free through here, doing whatever they wanted? Had it been a subject of some storm billowing around? Or just because it had an extreme lack of care since they hadn’t been here? All the inquiries in the world wouldn’t exactly suffice, and with little explanation, she could only forge onward, moving towards the sitting areas and righting them, before moving onto the nests.
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Sohalia has been attacked by a crow!
Theea has found some of the hanging lights are tangled!
One of Zavien’s saplings are still threatening to fall!
And Lena needs to keep at the nests.
No post order!
The northern part would find Zavien and Sol’s efforts well placed. The dragon snatched at the debris, piling it along, while the Dragoon shifted soil and placed stakes – except for one seemed defiant to the end, beginning to sag and snag as soon as the Accepted left it alone. Perhaps there was something else he could try?
And Lena, heading east, huffed as soon as she saw the upturned benches again. Had portions of the Family roamed free through here, doing whatever they wanted? Had it been a subject of some storm billowing around? Or just because it had an extreme lack of care since they hadn’t been here? All the inquiries in the world wouldn’t exactly suffice, and with little explanation, she could only forge onward, moving towards the sitting areas and righting them, before moving onto the nests.
--
Sohalia has been attacked by a crow!
Theea has found some of the hanging lights are tangled!
One of Zavien’s saplings are still threatening to fall!
And Lena needs to keep at the nests.
No post order!
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
