// where your body hears the words of the sun //
She would’ve kept going had he simply waved her off in the usual, amiable greetings as of late – everyone so busy with the multitudes and litanies of lists. Instead, he answered and responded, so she paused along the path, granting a small smile in return. “I see. I regret that it’s in a sorrier state than I would like,” nor had she noticed; which perhaps said a lot for how much had been going on lately. Still, it chaffed at her ribs, head nearly bowing low at the figment of things; a bastion of shame clinging to her chest. “Thank you for taking care of it.”
Unaware of her appearance, save for how she usually looked after half a day (with more to come), she raised her eyes back up to Noah. “Oh, yes. Lots to do here, especially after -,” she removed one hand from her basket to wave around – indicating the damage done by Dahlia and the Family in general. “You must have had much to do afterwards as well,” given actions in between, in the ongoing war, and the lingering aftermath, or what she presumed, for each and every demigod.
Unaware of her appearance, save for how she usually looked after half a day (with more to come), she raised her eyes back up to Noah. “Oh, yes. Lots to do here, especially after -,” she removed one hand from her basket to wave around – indicating the damage done by Dahlia and the Family in general. “You must have had much to do afterwards as well,” given actions in between, in the ongoing war, and the lingering aftermath, or what she presumed, for each and every demigod.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
