// where your body hears the words of the sun //
Between the Celestine, council meetings, preparing the Tower for refurbishment and renewal, and everything else Lena had taken on, there didn’t seem to be enough hours in the day. So, wiping her brow from the garden that she’d been picking over for some time, in hopes that preparation during winter meant she’d be able to do some true revitalizing in the spring, she stood from her crouch, sighing heavily. The weeds had become quite a burden and bother in their brief absence (refugee plains due to Dahlia’s horrendous interference) but for now, nothing else was worse for the wear. She could take a break, tend to the animals, and then head back through her usual intervals.
Soil on her cheeks and apron, she hoisted her basket and hummed happily around her chosen route, content that things were returning to normal. Zavien was leading and cultivating Stormbreak’s revival, without the void immersed within, and things were maneuvering at a steady pace. Floating over to the nearest enclosure, she checked the water, hoisted some hay amidst the fence line for the resident unicorns, then continued onward, towards the bend with the shrines. Ordinarily she’d stop and pray, but there was someone else in the midst, and she arched a brow, recognizing the figure.
The Caretaker pondered over the particulars – not wanting to interrupt anyone in their devotions and invocations, so she figured it’d be an amiable greeting, and then she could maneuver on. “Hello Noah!” She gave a wave in case he lifted his head, but intended to continue along her way. He probably required time and salvation after all the hours fighting off the infestations as a demigod.
Soil on her cheeks and apron, she hoisted her basket and hummed happily around her chosen route, content that things were returning to normal. Zavien was leading and cultivating Stormbreak’s revival, without the void immersed within, and things were maneuvering at a steady pace. Floating over to the nearest enclosure, she checked the water, hoisted some hay amidst the fence line for the resident unicorns, then continued onward, towards the bend with the shrines. Ordinarily she’d stop and pray, but there was someone else in the midst, and she arched a brow, recognizing the figure.
The Caretaker pondered over the particulars – not wanting to interrupt anyone in their devotions and invocations, so she figured it’d be an amiable greeting, and then she could maneuver on. “Hello Noah!” She gave a wave in case he lifted his head, but intended to continue along her way. He probably required time and salvation after all the hours fighting off the infestations as a demigod.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
