Lena
Mittens’ disposition hadn’t grown any better, but with Lena upset it was difficult to parse through the reasonings. She drifted a hand upwards to comfort the little beast too, wondering if it would be enough for both of them, because the conversation hadn’t. She blinked and batted away the remains of her tears, trying to keep all of it at bay, swallowed and smothered down just as the rest of the fledgling emotions bubbled and burst.
Sohalia and romantic trouble tracked with what Anju had been concerned about, but there hadn’t been enough time thereafter to do anything about it – advice, sanctity, a shelter in the storm of tempestuous and teenage emotions. “I had heard, but we didn’t get to her in time - ,” and now it seemed like that was another thing that could be laid amongst the fault lines. Mittens hissed and Lena steadied, steeled, tried to find an edge to grab hold of. “But I don’t know where we’d find her.” Her head tilted, eyes flickering back to his. “Would you?” Maybe there was a place amongst this bright world that Sohalia called all her own; private but wonderful, secure but comforting.
As for Dahlia, her teeth bit down together. “I was – she called us all to meet as a council. I resigned – I couldn’t stay on, not after all those notices and what she’s capable of.” She half-wondered if that made her a coward, or something else altogether. “I didn’t want to give her anymore power.”
Sohalia and romantic trouble tracked with what Anju had been concerned about, but there hadn’t been enough time thereafter to do anything about it – advice, sanctity, a shelter in the storm of tempestuous and teenage emotions. “I had heard, but we didn’t get to her in time - ,” and now it seemed like that was another thing that could be laid amongst the fault lines. Mittens hissed and Lena steadied, steeled, tried to find an edge to grab hold of. “But I don’t know where we’d find her.” Her head tilted, eyes flickering back to his. “Would you?” Maybe there was a place amongst this bright world that Sohalia called all her own; private but wonderful, secure but comforting.
As for Dahlia, her teeth bit down together. “I was – she called us all to meet as a council. I resigned – I couldn’t stay on, not after all those notices and what she’s capable of.” She half-wondered if that made her a coward, or something else altogether. “I didn’t want to give her anymore power.”
little more like coming home
