Lena
I'm buried and covered peaceful under millions of stars

If we had time, I’d like to see it all. In the moonlit structure of the luminescent glow, in the faded apertures and the daunting midnight oils, in the silent hum of resting birds and nocturnal splendor, Lena might have thought they had eternity to traverse. The world was for their taking, their delving, their fine-tuning and crusades, embarking on horizons, shielded by snow, ice, and springtime reveries. All the sights, all the spectacles, all the wonder reaching out before them gave her everlasting prosperity, repose, and hope – each particle more beautiful than the last. Delight sprung in her heart for the notion that this newcomer, with all of her doubts, with all of her misgivings, still wished to pursue the sweeping endeavors and explorations of the Aurora; that in itself was something to be nurtured, kindled, regarded with careful finesse and quiet hums. She smiled once more, bestowed the artful trace of her gallant regard, broadening and brimming even as the horizon flickered with more brilliant hues, more dazzling sights. “We shall certainly try!” Ebullience and enthusiasm bubbled and burst inside her, like springs, like satin, like lace frayed and torn, awaiting the spellbinding world of the wind sweeping her away; in her eagerness, her strides fanned out to portended waltzes and winged sets – tracing the foundation of the livelihood around their souls, their presences. Imogen, glorified and beatific, granted them chirping exultations as the Time Mender began to sketch out her route, methodically bolstering the tides, the flow, of their future gallivanting. Illuminated by the captivating gestures and junctures of the borealis, by the wandering moon and all of her grandeur, there were many avenues and corridors to embark upon, but what first? From the lake, they could also scatter across the caverns, glance upon the Time God’s mirror and see no reflection in the eerie glass, or they could race towards the bubbling hot springs, frothing and steaming. Like a beckoning siren, courting the waters of mermaid lagoons, she allowed Liit to make the choice; a melodious query brimming across the swirling breeze. “Where to first? To the caves, or the hot springs?” Either would be a treat for any stranger or member of the sovereign, and since she was destined to ring about its halls, the experience would be enriching, Lena was certain of it.