Lena
Tanglefoot was something completely awe-inspiring to the Caretaker. Full of lush, overgrowing vines, ferns, and a variety of wildflowers and herbs, she could’ve spent all day and evening meandering her way through the natural essences – collecting, learning, and nurturing, utterly content in the teeming of life itself.
Except she did have many more roles to play, and she couldn’t forgo everything to revel in the delights of the world. Instead, she flew over the portions of the shrine, on light, fluttering bits of air and thermals, before deciding on what to do for her portion of offerings to the Old Gods – and especially Frey.
Yearning and craving to make up for all her recent blunders, she began snagging at tiny fruits and flowers as she passed: berries, sun-ripened and exploding with flavor, were placed at the foot of the shrine. Thereafter, she began to lay down petals – some in enriched gold, others in sunset orange and violet, immersed in the vibrancy of the earth around them.
Mittens, however, sulked – hovering above the pedestals with a roll to its eyes – spindly stick arms haphazardly crossed.
Except she did have many more roles to play, and she couldn’t forgo everything to revel in the delights of the world. Instead, she flew over the portions of the shrine, on light, fluttering bits of air and thermals, before deciding on what to do for her portion of offerings to the Old Gods – and especially Frey.
Yearning and craving to make up for all her recent blunders, she began snagging at tiny fruits and flowers as she passed: berries, sun-ripened and exploding with flavor, were placed at the foot of the shrine. Thereafter, she began to lay down petals – some in enriched gold, others in sunset orange and violet, immersed in the vibrancy of the earth around them.
Mittens, however, sulked – hovering above the pedestals with a roll to its eyes – spindly stick arms haphazardly crossed.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
