Lena
let me wander
with the ones
with the ones
The Caretaker didn’t come to Torchline often; but she was forcing herself to get her mind out of grief and maybe more on practicalities, or what to do next. A majority of the time her brain would go back to work – quietly observing animals in their habitats, hoping to find a thread of answers in the shape of feathers or the glimmer of a talon.
Instead, the distraction came on godly whispers and dark evenings along Isles, a matter of play she might’ve attended to with a widened grin, had she not been in the form of a fox. Instead, there was some mild panic as she looked about the variety of the surface (sand, sand, and more sand), before she ran along the shadows, out of lantern light, intending to duck within brush and vegetation, tail covering the rest of her features.
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Lena tries to hide in some nearby vegetation and brush in fox form.
Instead, the distraction came on godly whispers and dark evenings along Isles, a matter of play she might’ve attended to with a widened grin, had she not been in the form of a fox. Instead, there was some mild panic as she looked about the variety of the surface (sand, sand, and more sand), before she ran along the shadows, out of lantern light, intending to duck within brush and vegetation, tail covering the rest of her features.
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Lena tries to hide in some nearby vegetation and brush in fox form.
who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise
and tethered to promise
