Acceptance, pivotal and warm, followed the brambles and raptures of mysteries, the unknown. Homes were meant for security, for sanctuary, for refuge – the wild hosted its own parties and soirees, and though Lena had been amongst their crowd through varying stages of her life (what is a child beneath the boughs but a wandering creature seeking salvation – or the blank canvas of their lives, frozen upon the Steppe, embittered and desolate), she would always prefer to larger sway of comrades, of fellow patriots, of brethren nestled together. Dangers were untold and unspoken in the vast lands, sneaking, claiming, slithering, crawling, until they possessed and seized; but for each venue of chaos, she’d always found her roots, her haven, through the pinnacles, through the valleys, through the avenues of frost and rime. They took care of one another, fended for each other, fought off monsters and apathy, fed perseverance and renewal along each coming season, danced beneath spring vestiges and summer sonnets, autumn alms and winter insurrection. Perhaps Liit only sought the comfort of others, dragged and drenched from memories of old, from a past that haunted, loomed, and soused, or merely wished to cherish a proffered gift; either way, the sylph smiled at her affirmation, at her pledge towards the mountains and its chiseled landscape. Soft, unwinding, like muted steps of the wind or breeze, the ivory femme slipped along the ambience of delicacy, and like a resolute nightingale, a valorous hawk, Lena promised to protect the airy sway of her listless companion. With her heartfelt grin, with her tender nuance, the nymph’s motions began to stir again, willowy conjectures of the peaks, of the summits they were destined to reign beneath, assurance, grandeur, forged from a long line of whims, jubilance, and benevolence. Earthly boundaries, coiled and rippled amidst her mellifluous vocals, singsong praise and honeysuckle indulgences, curling towards a scored, etched trail beyond the scenery. “Follow me!” She paused, suitably, a roguish wink played across her right eye, extended towards the shy, reserved creature, while all of Lena’s qualms floated and pieced away. “If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.”

[I’ll make a welcoming board for Liit later on today and tag you. ^___^]