Lena
Lena hopped around, shuffling herself to portions of the boat not covered by sludge. First the seat, intending to stretch out one foot and talon to poke at the fixtures. It stuck to one of them, and so she could be seen shaking it off, rather foolishly, wings unfurling and fluffing until she’d finished.
She wasn’t about to taste it either, and clicked her beak once or twice in the notions of unsavory flavors.
Sohalia’s words across the Attuned portions made sense, though the Caretaker kept glancing upward too, just in case. Or someone was drinking far too much of this.
She wasn’t about to taste it either, and clicked her beak once or twice in the notions of unsavory flavors.
Sohalia’s words across the Attuned portions made sense, though the Caretaker kept glancing upward too, just in case. Or someone was drinking far too much of this.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
