Jul 25, 2017
@withtranquility
The world, harsh and cruel, rarely allowed for peace. Lena, typically so prepared to take on enemies that threatened the fragile peace, found herself forced awake again and again by some unknown source. Unwilling and unable to find rest, the woman threw back her sheets and padded from the dim room to seek out someone whom could quell the racing thoughts.
And Zenyatta answered the silent call. A familiar calm washed over her as Lena rounded the corner, catching sight of him seemingly mediating. Silently, she sat beside him, searching for the empty mind that he speaks so highly of. Perhaps mediation of her own would help relieve her of her ailments.
