Lena
Mittens alerted her, and it still wasn’t enough as the pulse of another wandered beneath her fingers – her head swung upwards and her hands retreated, back into her lap, for the safety and confines of the herbs. There she could twiddle and tease the leaves and fronds, rather than lay out the foundations of her terror – and it continued to take moments more before she realized she was staring at a friend. “Harper? What are you doing here?” She blinked, dashing away some more tears and pretending they were something else, wondering how far she’d have to go to tell a lie.
Her companion screeched, and she unfurled a long, shaky breath. “I’m not hurt,” she managed to quibble, placing a sad smile along her features in lieu of anything else. “Just a lot going on right now,” which was the truth, and she tried to dart away from the subject, almost a bird in human skin, threatening to flutter and alter and reshape just to forge elsewhere. “How have you been?”
Her companion screeched, and she unfurled a long, shaky breath. “I’m not hurt,” she managed to quibble, placing a sad smile along her features in lieu of anything else. “Just a lot going on right now,” which was the truth, and she tried to dart away from the subject, almost a bird in human skin, threatening to flutter and alter and reshape just to forge elsewhere. “How have you been?”
little more like coming home
