Lena
“It wasn’t ideal,” she managed to give a light laugh, perhaps to break over the heralding footfalls of despair, and times before where they were just as confused, just as rattled. The affliction had somehow spread here and now too – though Lena was without the vital information, much like multitudes within Caido. Instead of running her hands along the wall as Caelynn did, in all her familiarity, the Caretaker’s gaze was a constant, unwavering thing – taking in every sight, every sound.
Notions of the cold had her frowning slightly, but only just; the Ancients had their prowess over fire and infernos; it made sense that the cold would be antagonistic towards them. “Hm. Is it something instant?” Lena could only think of those once horrid handmines within Stormbreak, content to helped and aided in breaking them apart, contorting their empty holes into flowers and blooms. “Maybe it’s something you could take up to Dygra?” If she ever journeyed to see the herald.
But rock sliders had caught her attention, and her brow furrowed, hand pointing, finger extending and following the gliding, Stygian beacon. “Do you see its scales?” Different from the regular portion of its species; caught and weathered in void energy.
Notions of the cold had her frowning slightly, but only just; the Ancients had their prowess over fire and infernos; it made sense that the cold would be antagonistic towards them. “Hm. Is it something instant?” Lena could only think of those once horrid handmines within Stormbreak, content to helped and aided in breaking them apart, contorting their empty holes into flowers and blooms. “Maybe it’s something you could take up to Dygra?” If she ever journeyed to see the herald.
But rock sliders had caught her attention, and her brow furrowed, hand pointing, finger extending and following the gliding, Stygian beacon. “Do you see its scales?” Different from the regular portion of its species; caught and weathered in void energy.
little more like coming home
