oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
Lena joins her seated on the ground, and Anju's gaze strays sideways to watch the woman tend to the group of hares in a more medicinal fashion. Far more well-practiced in handling and tempting them than the soldier. She is far from offended by that, after all the nibbling of the hare at her own hand is more than enough to drain away any jealousy. They really are quite cute.
The inquiring tone has Anju sitting further back, spine straightening as she considers the question. "A place called the Feverlands. It lies directly outside our borders, a swamp of sorts. Beautiful, past the muck and swamp. Cleaning Riya was a pain." Casting an exasperatedly fond gaze heavenwards to where the ivory serpent takes wing, she recalls the chaotic joy that had overtaken her sister at the bubble bath. Nearly the same level as what had taken hold the second she saw all that fun swamp water. "We met an intriguing woman named Mildew. Apparently there are far more beautiful areas of the Wilds, but we didn't stay out long." No need to expand upon that, surely they both feel a small sense of trepidation when it comes to venturing beyond Stormbreak after all this time.
It's more words than she normally shares, but for Lena's sake she is willing to spin some small version of a tale. It's likely not so grand and eloquent as it could be, but she hopes it will suffice. "You seem troubled. If it is not the Celestine, what is it?" A line draws between her brows, turning to survey the woman with her hawklike eyes. It's subtle, but the distance in the woman's eyes and her long pauses are enough to trip even Anju's meager emotional skills, and Lena is one of the few she would put forth effort into figuring out the root of those problems.
The inquiring tone has Anju sitting further back, spine straightening as she considers the question. "A place called the Feverlands. It lies directly outside our borders, a swamp of sorts. Beautiful, past the muck and swamp. Cleaning Riya was a pain." Casting an exasperatedly fond gaze heavenwards to where the ivory serpent takes wing, she recalls the chaotic joy that had overtaken her sister at the bubble bath. Nearly the same level as what had taken hold the second she saw all that fun swamp water. "We met an intriguing woman named Mildew. Apparently there are far more beautiful areas of the Wilds, but we didn't stay out long." No need to expand upon that, surely they both feel a small sense of trepidation when it comes to venturing beyond Stormbreak after all this time.
It's more words than she normally shares, but for Lena's sake she is willing to spin some small version of a tale. It's likely not so grand and eloquent as it could be, but she hopes it will suffice. "You seem troubled. If it is not the Celestine, what is it?" A line draws between her brows, turning to survey the woman with her hawklike eyes. It's subtle, but the distance in the woman's eyes and her long pauses are enough to trip even Anju's meager emotional skills, and Lena is one of the few she would put forth effort into figuring out the root of those problems.
