// think of the sun that shaped them //
If Maea didn’t want to take responsibility for her actions, then there would be far more difficult notions for her up ahead – Lena, gentle, compassionate, and certain, couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to scare or frighten others, and so had no cause or claim to it. Pausing in her ministrations though, she glanced at Maea, equally speculative but not having the answers for everything the Ancient seemed to seek. In the end, her mouth softened into a thin line, a long breath coming through, plucking several more found berries, content there’d been any left at all. “Listening might have helped.” She and Mittens both had made opening declarations of their presence, and nothing seemed to have aided – hence the sudden need to escape, evade, and hide. “I’m not sure. Dragons come with the preconceived notions of destruction. I think you might gain some reactions not strongly in your favor either.” Of death, in either direction. “And I had no other way of communicating with you.” Not with Attuned or Ancient correlations. Or vice versa, on Maea’s end, she supposed.
She hadn’t given the other woman any declaration that she should never fly about in such a shift – but certainly notions that came along with it. For perhaps a multitude of safety reasons, amidst a myriad of citizens that roamed across Caido, including Maea herself. No one asked her to conceal. No one asked her to remain secret. But no one asked her to rampage around as a dragon and terrorize the world either – and they had every right to conduct themselves as they wished too, in the presence of a dragon. Compassion for others went both ways.
Placing the fruit back upon the altar and arranging the flowers so they looked presentable amongst them, her brows furrowed. It wasn’t her job to solve the Ancient’s current dilemma, but she’d be willing to continue to lend advice, she supposed, so long as she had some wisdom strung along the hinges of her mind. “Maybe a ribbon? Or just some simple cloth.” Didn’t need to be elaborate – Lena wasn’t fond of the thought of collars in any capacity. “Not many wild ones would carry such things.” Which would give people pause – at least an opportunity to reflect that they might not have been in imminent danger.
She hadn’t given the other woman any declaration that she should never fly about in such a shift – but certainly notions that came along with it. For perhaps a multitude of safety reasons, amidst a myriad of citizens that roamed across Caido, including Maea herself. No one asked her to conceal. No one asked her to remain secret. But no one asked her to rampage around as a dragon and terrorize the world either – and they had every right to conduct themselves as they wished too, in the presence of a dragon. Compassion for others went both ways.
Placing the fruit back upon the altar and arranging the flowers so they looked presentable amongst them, her brows furrowed. It wasn’t her job to solve the Ancient’s current dilemma, but she’d be willing to continue to lend advice, she supposed, so long as she had some wisdom strung along the hinges of her mind. “Maybe a ribbon? Or just some simple cloth.” Didn’t need to be elaborate – Lena wasn’t fond of the thought of collars in any capacity. “Not many wild ones would carry such things.” Which would give people pause – at least an opportunity to reflect that they might not have been in imminent danger.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
