Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
While Lena’s adventures had yet to take her to any far-reaching landscapes, save for that brief instance in Torchline, and now here, she put Halo in the back of her mind. Maybe for the opportunity to savor different mountains. To stare into a world where dragons roamed, just beyond its stretch of horizon. To discover and be in wonder and awe, instead of placing her head down into a book. To live for its reaches – rather than what others had already found.
The questions about Frey weren’t unwelcome either; the fox often found herself navigating the same inquiries. Ah, me too! Congratulations! I would not have gone to any other deity for such a distinction. And she laughed, permitting it to reel between bonds, glorious and unbound and spectacularly free. As for her role? I love it. I tend to the creatures sent by Frey to the Celestine, where they can be cared for. When they are well enough, they return to the wild. A content sigh rambled through, as her eyes scoured the newfound insects, sense of ease and curiosity heightened by the boldness of her nature, by the beautiful bugs placed within the world.
Her nose stretched out towards one large-belled creature, but not enough to touch. Not enough to potentially harm. I haven’t either. They’ve never been in the Celestine, at least. A pause, a scrutiny, a wonder. Maybe Frey thought they were necessary for the world.
The questions about Frey weren’t unwelcome either; the fox often found herself navigating the same inquiries. Ah, me too! Congratulations! I would not have gone to any other deity for such a distinction. And she laughed, permitting it to reel between bonds, glorious and unbound and spectacularly free. As for her role? I love it. I tend to the creatures sent by Frey to the Celestine, where they can be cared for. When they are well enough, they return to the wild. A content sigh rambled through, as her eyes scoured the newfound insects, sense of ease and curiosity heightened by the boldness of her nature, by the beautiful bugs placed within the world.
Her nose stretched out towards one large-belled creature, but not enough to touch. Not enough to potentially harm. I haven’t either. They’ve never been in the Celestine, at least. A pause, a scrutiny, a wonder. Maybe Frey thought they were necessary for the world.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise
