Lena failed to forget, poising poignant images and tapestries throughout her mind, like stained, glassy snippets of time’s revolution, from some of the earnest droplets of friendship, bottled, a bobbing cork in a wide canopy of rivulets and oceans, joyous, wonderful, stretching beyond the delusion of yesterdays. She framed ebullient wiles amidst her glorified memories, wild, beneficent tempests stroking mellifluous storms, heralding the beatific reaches of gallant intrigues and wholesome indulgences, roaming across vast countrysides and icicle empires, from sea to mountain, from mist to shoal. She recounted the mutinous decibels of triumph and hurried, chaste victories as they chased after stars, constellations, and the rueful decadence as they spread their hearts too far apart, lost one another in the cycles of seasons, sages, ages, and days. The Mender could hasten each of their names to her mind, to her soul, to her essence until they were conjured in front of her, bits and pieces of fantasies and illuminations again and again, pledged loyalties and unfailing, undaunted, tangible beings, as if they’d never disappeared at all. From the staunch Aurelius, with his gilded lion heart, Korra, the gruff Amazon, Poppy and her springing vines, Blue Duck and his insatiable curiosity, to Larkspur and all of her incandescent strength; they remained a chiseled part of the nymph’s core, granted her wisdom in the slated sun, offered her salvation and deliverance even when there seemed to be none in her grasp. And for augured moments, as she and Imogen combed amongst the caverns, searching for glowing plants for the upcoming festival, all of their portraits polished and glimmered in her mind, strayed and drifted with her ambience. They fueled and kindled her strength, they stoked the fires in her perseverance, they swept over the stained edges of her heady doldrums and cast away her embittered sighs; so as the evening approached, moon aloft and pale, she swung about with silent, old, ghostly friends, gentle wraiths, and valorous specters. Even if they no longer waltzed across the shards of rime and glaciers, she still carried them wherever she went.

The two manifested creatures roamed amongst the grottos, Imogen chirping and singing her own lilting tune echoing and bounding off of the walls, a duo’s slow dance illuminated by the precious mushrooms gathered and glimmering – but off, somewhere in the midst of their evening venture, the bleeding peal of glass stung a cold surface. Lena raised her head from the nearest cremini, ears pricked towards the fatal, rippling sound, the crashing, the ringing, the vibrant shrieking of broken, despondent slivers and splinters. Curiosity bloomed and blossomed in the minor heralding of danger and treachery, for who cast aside vitreous forms, allowed them to split and fracture, seethe and seize the ardent frames of someone’s work? For a few moments, she feared it was the Time God’s mirror once more, the reflecting glass cracked and frayed, bent and hailed towards the ground, no deity around but the absence of his crackling spirit spilled to the floor. A questioning glance was sent towards Imogen, and the little ivory vixen responding in kind, arching her brow and prancing out of their own vault, proceeding towards the Haruspex’s looking glass, daring to tumble towards Wonderland. Lena and her friends, hushed phantoms, followed, reaching across the portal of summer twilight, along the void with calculated, precise steps. If someone awaited them in the reaches of the chamber, menacing, meticulous, she’d have an opportunity to derive defensive measures (she thought of fire, of blades, of crossed fixtures honeyed and dipped in villainy, how much she had to concentrate on her rapidly beating heart). Their heads poked within the dark cave, inquisitive but not impertinent, they didn’t deserve to glide upon a heavenly threshold and muster demands, cool, composed, delicate sways of fairy breezes and temptation. Through the hallowed gloom, she procured a soft, dulcet croon and warble, extending the questioning greeting amongst the thickened gloaming. “Hello?”

@[Random Event]