oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
Petal lips are far more suited for smiles than her own, but it is a beautiful expression to see all the same on the lass as she moves closer. Shrewd eyes watch as the blink hares teleport closer to the woman's outstretched hand, far more accustomed to her than Anju, not that she is without her own curious stragglers. Anju does not fault them for their favoritism; she gives off an aura more suited for a predator, and Lena's softness radiates that of an equal. Even at her most welcoming, their natures are divergent.
A dip of her head is seen in the shifting of her dark tresses, a soft hum of acknowledgement ensuring that Lena knows she has heard the assurance. Anju's reticence is relatively well-known after all, and this is not their first time meeting. Still she finds herself hoping for the mercy of Lena's kindly nature to excuse her own rough edges. For a moment there is shared musing, and Anju gives a tiny smile as the hare nibbling away at what she brought to entice them gets close enough for their soft fur and hard whiskers to brush against her palm. Though it dwindles away moments later as Lena's voice fills the sanctuary like sweet smoke, the contentment doesn't fade so quickly.
"I know where my sword will point, but not where we will all stand when the dust settles," she agrees simplistically, a small wry grin curling at the gentle almost-teasing mention of her religious training. The deflection - if that's what it is, Anju has never been good at reading people - has her eyes turning skyward to where Riya still circles lazily in the enforced twilight. "We explored the Wilds recently. She has been demanding more ever since, capricious girl." There is a level of fondness reached in her tone that is absent when speaking of all others, eyes tracking her sister's flight path for a moment before looking to Lena fully. "Has the Celestine been busy in Flowerbirth? Or does something else trouble you?" It's likely she may be reading her wrong, but there is something off about Lena's smile, and while Anju does not normally care about the woes of others she has a soft spot for the pure-hearted girl.
A dip of her head is seen in the shifting of her dark tresses, a soft hum of acknowledgement ensuring that Lena knows she has heard the assurance. Anju's reticence is relatively well-known after all, and this is not their first time meeting. Still she finds herself hoping for the mercy of Lena's kindly nature to excuse her own rough edges. For a moment there is shared musing, and Anju gives a tiny smile as the hare nibbling away at what she brought to entice them gets close enough for their soft fur and hard whiskers to brush against her palm. Though it dwindles away moments later as Lena's voice fills the sanctuary like sweet smoke, the contentment doesn't fade so quickly.
"I know where my sword will point, but not where we will all stand when the dust settles," she agrees simplistically, a small wry grin curling at the gentle almost-teasing mention of her religious training. The deflection - if that's what it is, Anju has never been good at reading people - has her eyes turning skyward to where Riya still circles lazily in the enforced twilight. "We explored the Wilds recently. She has been demanding more ever since, capricious girl." There is a level of fondness reached in her tone that is absent when speaking of all others, eyes tracking her sister's flight path for a moment before looking to Lena fully. "Has the Celestine been busy in Flowerbirth? Or does something else trouble you?" It's likely she may be reading her wrong, but there is something off about Lena's smile, and while Anju does not normally care about the woes of others she has a soft spot for the pure-hearted girl.
