The chatter continued, and the fairy was content to oblige, ruminating and speculating over which subjects she could gloss upon without too much villainy or violence, with all the wonder and whimsy and beauty the Basin deserved. Karnivool seemed to pay no heed to the curious statues, other than paying them due credence, to which she smiled, inclined her gaze back over the rolling, sweeping turns of valleys and hues, exalting a resolute breath in the crisp outlines, in the summer formations. What should he have seen first? She could take him on a tour, wander through the clear, open world, become enchanted by the timber and copse, the nestled boughs, the moss and shrubbery. She could push him towards the lake, fine and glassy, or the Time God’s mirror shining and shimmering in a sanctified cave, where she’d seen friends reappear, where she’d seen no reflection in the strange, unnerving portal. She could set him towards the pathways along the summits, where a day’s journey would leave him breathless and tired, but surrounded by incandescent, luminous color, streaks of aurora benediction. Before she had an opportunity to answer his question, for she’d been far too busy daydreaming, Imogen gave the slightest chirp, indicating another stranger in the midst. It was a stalwart credit to Lena’s calm and composure, because no sooner had the warning been lilted that a newcomer enshrouded in a skull appeared, and while seemingly friendly, a smile blooming beneath the skeletal mask, the femme certainly embodied a frightful appearance. If the nymph was unnerved, she never hinted at the distinction, glossing another formidable, earnest smile over her lips, ghosting and dusting the fibers of her fortitude and might in the sway of her soft, dulcet candor, bright, cheery, animated in the notion of new allies and brethren. Whether she had to be guarded, had to be alert, was a sentiment strung between the florets and charms, the crackling, snapping plumes of her Time God feather, and the delicate balance of staunch capability. “I don’t believe we have – it’s a pleasure as well. I’m Lena, a Time Mender.” Here she winked toward Karnivool, imploring their fresh acquaintance into the toils and foils of their impending crusades. “We were just going to wander the Basin. Newcomers should always be aware of their empire.” Polite and infused, finessed, with grace, elegance, and poise, her gaze swept over the skull, the belle under the bones, and coiled another invitation. “Would you like to join us?”

[Thank you for joining! Whee! @[Karnivool] @[Waprevah]