hope is the thing with feathers

she is like the sun to night

To some, the Tower might’ve felt cold. A distant thing, with architecture riveted into every detail, every nuance, every hint, every fiber. From a distance, it appeared to ascend towards the sky, stretching monolithic beacons and ornate designs into a sketched horizon, symbols of power and prestige. But to Lena, who’d grown beneath its wake, who’d always known love and affection and warmth, she had nothing to fear. She didn’t tremble in its presence. She didn’t disregard its entity, but respected each portion of its surface, adding a dimpled smile towards the gargoyles high upon spires, recognizing them as creatures, as figments, of those under her care. A finger brushed across stone, and then she hummed, twirling the bucket in her hand.

She was here on a mission, however, and not for daydreaming. With Sera out on her sojourn with Tobi, and a broken feeding bucket requiring repairs, the youth was bound to find another suitable mender of battered things. Which meant Luciana.

Her feet barely registered on the floor, light and airy and ethereal, composed and comprised of elegance and delicacy – not that she would bend or break – but contortions of a whimsical nature. Poking her head around the corner, and then into the workspace, she knocked upon the door, a charitable, winsome smile bordering along her lips. “Luci? Do you have some time for repairs?”

a momentary gold

Lena

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