a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Change was an inevitable part of their lives – but Stormbreak had seemingly behind a lifetime’s worth in a few seasons. From peace, to corruption, to now picking up the pieces, finding their way back to things they’d beheld years ago. Except even then there’d been alterations and surprises, bewilderments that still clung to Lena’s mind like an edge they were all rambling towards, either precariously tipping over and would find suitable, strong enough to hold their misgivings.
At one point she’d walked into this office and refused her position, not bowing her head to Dahlia, and wondering if she’d lose it in the process. Now it was held higher, though a little later than the others, gliding her way from the Celestine to make the appointment’s schedule. Her eyes flickered over everything – the adjustments already made, some portions left behind, and then to the individuals gathered. With a bright, kind smile, she nodded, winking at Zavien, and granting a kind look to Sohalia, though her mind would kindle something towards the Luminary in Attuned regards, knowing they’d yet to have a chance to converse with one another in a long, long while. Would you like to talk, after this? As a comforting balm, and certainly not another cross for the woman to bear.
But then there were discussions, and Lena took her place along the broad table, noble and regal, despite the clear amount of soil still clinging to her fingers. Listening to both speak, her brow arched, nodding along at Sohalia’s suggestions, having remembered all those times they’d gone visiting another lands for inputs. Zavien was aware of the Caretaker’s near constant need to be within the Celestine, so she’d be willing to counter with some delegation in other venues too. “I wouldn’t mind any human relations aspects. I can handle most of the complaints,” she winked again, a light wrinkle to her nose.
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Lena offers to do HR stuff.
At one point she’d walked into this office and refused her position, not bowing her head to Dahlia, and wondering if she’d lose it in the process. Now it was held higher, though a little later than the others, gliding her way from the Celestine to make the appointment’s schedule. Her eyes flickered over everything – the adjustments already made, some portions left behind, and then to the individuals gathered. With a bright, kind smile, she nodded, winking at Zavien, and granting a kind look to Sohalia, though her mind would kindle something towards the Luminary in Attuned regards, knowing they’d yet to have a chance to converse with one another in a long, long while. Would you like to talk, after this? As a comforting balm, and certainly not another cross for the woman to bear.
But then there were discussions, and Lena took her place along the broad table, noble and regal, despite the clear amount of soil still clinging to her fingers. Listening to both speak, her brow arched, nodding along at Sohalia’s suggestions, having remembered all those times they’d gone visiting another lands for inputs. Zavien was aware of the Caretaker’s near constant need to be within the Celestine, so she’d be willing to counter with some delegation in other venues too. “I wouldn’t mind any human relations aspects. I can handle most of the complaints,” she winked again, a light wrinkle to her nose.
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Lena offers to do HR stuff.
Lena
