// think of the sun that shaped them //
With Sohalia fine, healed, and good to go, the Caretaker backed off – smiling hesitantly, trying to put a multitude of things in her mind behind her. Nodding at the indication of next steps, she placed the staff back in her bag, and then figured they’d get back to it – especially with the newcomers joining.
If anyone noted how she carefully avoided the rubble, then so be it, but she tended to the trash and refuse still remaining after the whole litany of distractions. “Want to come help me over here?” She waved to a few people, brightening now with the sense of unease plastered only behind her ribcage, before grabbing another bag to place trash within. Mittens gave her a look, but then sneered quietly to itself, and then began to resume swallowing down the bits of refuse it deemed suitable and appetizing.
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Lena tries to gather a few to come help her pick up trash. Mittens once again tries to eat the garbage.
If anyone noted how she carefully avoided the rubble, then so be it, but she tended to the trash and refuse still remaining after the whole litany of distractions. “Want to come help me over here?” She waved to a few people, brightening now with the sense of unease plastered only behind her ribcage, before grabbing another bag to place trash within. Mittens gave her a look, but then sneered quietly to itself, and then began to resume swallowing down the bits of refuse it deemed suitable and appetizing.
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Lena tries to gather a few to come help her pick up trash. Mittens once again tries to eat the garbage.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
