// think of the sun that shaped them //
There were key differences in these moments. Lena knew much about dragons; talked to them, tended to them, knew their habits, their routines, their distinctions from one another – but those were creatures in the Celestine. Not the behemoths outside, in the wild, or the individuals who held them as shifts. She had no way of knowing who was who when it was an Ancient who couldn’t hear the Attuned bond – but her mind could concoct all sorts of scenarios of those far more vicious. Of ones who didn’t tend to basic humanity and rationale. Of things she wasn’t capable of, in the middle of the Oerwoud, save for running, fleeing, and evading; saving herself. Natural, expected aversions.
Maea’s concern didn’t seem to match her earlier actions, and the Caretaker could feel herself stiffen, an unyielding little bout as her heart tended to the other synapses and fluctuations in her pulse. “I was…surprised,” she admitted, not taking any of the hands offered, pushing herself upright, fingers clutching the shrine for initial support while her breath lowered to something without jack hammers in her chest. “Just trying to put an offering here,” and her eyes went to the scattered berries and flowers, haphazardly strewn, sighing as she discovered her hard work had been for naught, beginning to crouch and grab ones that weren’t too badly disturbed. “Are you…exploring?”
Mittens glared fiercely at the Ancient, however, not forgiving or forgoing the slight as easily – a threatening grimace reflected on its stony eyes and mouth.
Maea’s concern didn’t seem to match her earlier actions, and the Caretaker could feel herself stiffen, an unyielding little bout as her heart tended to the other synapses and fluctuations in her pulse. “I was…surprised,” she admitted, not taking any of the hands offered, pushing herself upright, fingers clutching the shrine for initial support while her breath lowered to something without jack hammers in her chest. “Just trying to put an offering here,” and her eyes went to the scattered berries and flowers, haphazardly strewn, sighing as she discovered her hard work had been for naught, beginning to crouch and grab ones that weren’t too badly disturbed. “Are you…exploring?”
Mittens glared fiercely at the Ancient, however, not forgiving or forgoing the slight as easily – a threatening grimace reflected on its stony eyes and mouth.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
