Lena
Lena didn’t frequent the Needle often; it gave her the sudden apprehensive wake down the reaches of her spine that most would consider dread or fear. Instead, it reminded her of past actions and brutalities some portions of races and worlds should’ve never faced, and though she’d been too young and naïve to ever participate in such follies, the knowledge that it had remained solid and firm here – on this earthen plain – still irked and tore at the slant of her soul.
Today wasn’t for that though, but a different kind of trepidation. More than one person had come seeking her advice on the void creatures now inhabiting Stormbreak as well – touched and scorned by something she couldn’t define. Sure enough, she’d followed the unmistakable caws to the things now perched firmly on metal with mettle. Once grand and glorious messengers, the ravens had become some twisted, vile things, and she stared upwards at them, the dread settling over her shoulders like a wicked, foolish wake.
What could she do against them anyway? To get them to flee?
Mittens growled at her side, but she didn’t let it meander and wave off just yet – uncertain and afraid of their potential bite.
Today wasn’t for that though, but a different kind of trepidation. More than one person had come seeking her advice on the void creatures now inhabiting Stormbreak as well – touched and scorned by something she couldn’t define. Sure enough, she’d followed the unmistakable caws to the things now perched firmly on metal with mettle. Once grand and glorious messengers, the ravens had become some twisted, vile things, and she stared upwards at them, the dread settling over her shoulders like a wicked, foolish wake.
What could she do against them anyway? To get them to flee?
Mittens growled at her side, but she didn’t let it meander and wave off just yet – uncertain and afraid of their potential bite.
little more like coming home
