Lena
Lena, ever the polite Caretaker, only allowed the slightest of grins at Mateo’s notions of their warriors. From there though, as her hands reached for several rose blooms, her attention deviated to where the botanist nodded, and the floating crag. “I can do it,” upon the other suggestions, with a steady wink, taking a moment to drop her basket, before shifting entirely into her parrot form.
Rosy hues and illustrious wings gave way, and her talons clutched the flowers, hastening over to the aforementioned floating isle, determined to ensure all the vacant notions would be taken care of, in the end.
Rosy hues and illustrious wings gave way, and her talons clutched the flowers, hastening over to the aforementioned floating isle, determined to ensure all the vacant notions would be taken care of, in the end.
we are more weather pattern than stone monument
sunlight on mist; summer lightning
sunlight on mist; summer lightning