// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena rolled her eyes underneath the mask, Mittens’ thoughts fully apparent in their bonded minds, trying with great difficulty to not laugh at Zavien’s response. But the snowball took it all quite seriously, granting the Accepted a scrutinizing gaze before nodding; the intention of future harassing alive and well.
But it seemed they’d both win with the results anyway, and with his gesture, she finally loosened the snort previously stifled. “I suppose that makes sense. And I wouldn’t want to reveal my outfit so soon.” She winked, removing the disguise and beginning to fold the veil with gentle care, knowing she’d need it for future circumstances. “Thank goodness for gracious victors,” she hummed, granting a kiss on Zavien’s cheek before moving into the next room, intending to put things away and assort things for the upcoming dinner – perhaps more thrilling prospects than sewing.
[FIN]
But it seemed they’d both win with the results anyway, and with his gesture, she finally loosened the snort previously stifled. “I suppose that makes sense. And I wouldn’t want to reveal my outfit so soon.” She winked, removing the disguise and beginning to fold the veil with gentle care, knowing she’d need it for future circumstances. “Thank goodness for gracious victors,” she hummed, granting a kiss on Zavien’s cheek before moving into the next room, intending to put things away and assort things for the upcoming dinner – perhaps more thrilling prospects than sewing.
[FIN]
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
