Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
Tasked with keeping watch over Mateo while they explored the depths of King’s End, Lena had to wonder if the same had been proclaimed for her, in the youth’s case. Nevertheless, she pressed on, not meandering in grief, not stoked in anguish – but on soft ivory paws.
But the first thing she noticed, even if they were there to be nosey about local flora and fauna, was the snow. From what she understood about the Wilds, they weren’t like Halo or the Draig – weren’t known to keep Deepfrost’s weather patterns all year long. The confusion was imminent, obvious, in the slight tilt of her vulpine head, the twitch of her whiskers, as she scattered across expected plains.
Thereafter, she turned back towards Mateo, offering a slight chirp of bewilderment, and a light jump upon the nearest snowdrift.
But the first thing she noticed, even if they were there to be nosey about local flora and fauna, was the snow. From what she understood about the Wilds, they weren’t like Halo or the Draig – weren’t known to keep Deepfrost’s weather patterns all year long. The confusion was imminent, obvious, in the slight tilt of her vulpine head, the twitch of her whiskers, as she scattered across expected plains.
Thereafter, she turned back towards Mateo, offering a slight chirp of bewilderment, and a light jump upon the nearest snowdrift.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise
