Lena
Lena was a Caretaker, a mender, a soother, a healer. The only time she’d ever rushed headlong into anything battle-worthy had been to salvage and save. And while perhaps they could’ve pecked and lunged and flapped their wings in front of the smuggler’s features, she wasn’t certain what they’d be trying to achieve, nor cease and stop him from doing anything. It’d be much more likely that they’d be hurt, and she was certain that wasn’t the purpose for today. Pass it on to the Dragoons, she agreed a bit more readily, eyeing the man warily from the corner of her eyes.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning