a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Despite the seasonal change, Lena knew she had to tackle the herb garden. It’d been left lackluster during the void and Dahlia’s reign, especially when they’d all fled, so once she was done feeding and watering the vast amount of animals in their enclosures (their happy munching a bloom to the ears), she’d put on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, and got to work. Perhaps even this work could be an expression of gratitude – to Frey, to the Celestine itself, for always giving and granting her an opportunity to become better and bolder.
Eventually though, after much weeding, she’d be found out – though she didn’t predict it’d be by a snow leopard. Mittens, protective and ridiculous, had spotted it barreling towards her, unleashing a spine-curdling shriek, but the creature didn’t seem very perturbed. Feeling the flicker of a tail, the roll of a chirp, and all sorts of darting about her legs, she looked down to see the young cub reeling around her. Placing her trowel down, she grinned – amiable and friendly despite her companion’s, understandable, antics. “Well, hello there! Where did you come from?” She didn’t have any of the big cats in the Celestine gates presently – and she doubted any new ones had already escaped…
So instinctively she glanced upwards, rising from her crouch. Not long after another approached, apologies already rendered. She didn’t recognize the man – but she’d likely been sequestered in between King’s End and Stormbreak for too long to venture out into new foundations. “Oh, no worries. Mittens is much the same.” The abominable snowball glared, hovering just over her shoulder, and then maneuvered its stony fixtures into a frightening grimace. “You lucked out though. I am Lena.” Taking off her gloves, she extended her hand in greeting. “Was there something you needed?”
Eventually though, after much weeding, she’d be found out – though she didn’t predict it’d be by a snow leopard. Mittens, protective and ridiculous, had spotted it barreling towards her, unleashing a spine-curdling shriek, but the creature didn’t seem very perturbed. Feeling the flicker of a tail, the roll of a chirp, and all sorts of darting about her legs, she looked down to see the young cub reeling around her. Placing her trowel down, she grinned – amiable and friendly despite her companion’s, understandable, antics. “Well, hello there! Where did you come from?” She didn’t have any of the big cats in the Celestine gates presently – and she doubted any new ones had already escaped…
So instinctively she glanced upwards, rising from her crouch. Not long after another approached, apologies already rendered. She didn’t recognize the man – but she’d likely been sequestered in between King’s End and Stormbreak for too long to venture out into new foundations. “Oh, no worries. Mittens is much the same.” The abominable snowball glared, hovering just over her shoulder, and then maneuvered its stony fixtures into a frightening grimace. “You lucked out though. I am Lena.” Taking off her gloves, she extended her hand in greeting. “Was there something you needed?”
Lena
