Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Though Lena hadn’t been ignorant of the dramatics surrounding Stormbreak, the relic, and the resulting tactics, with the war over, and a passing year, the only bitterness she still held were regarding her sister’s passing. With the Voice no longer existing, the rancor was reserved in quieter moments, for there was nowhere else to pinpoint the blame.
The deep rumble of another’s voice, and certainly not a squirrlel’s, made her jump – though the nerves quickly diminished as she recognized the cleric, emerging from portions of the labyrinth. Slightly taken back by the tone – her brows furrowed slightly, then gave way to her residual kindness. “An efas herb,” and she gave a plain smile. “I was hoping to get a healing staff from Frey.” Pausing, wondering if she was interfering, interloping, or trespassing somehow (from what she knew and understood, the Grounds still had no leader, and she’d been very polite upon entering the world), her head tilted. “Are you here often? I must say its a very confusing place.”
The deep rumble of another’s voice, and certainly not a squirrlel’s, made her jump – though the nerves quickly diminished as she recognized the cleric, emerging from portions of the labyrinth. Slightly taken back by the tone – her brows furrowed slightly, then gave way to her residual kindness. “An efas herb,” and she gave a plain smile. “I was hoping to get a healing staff from Frey.” Pausing, wondering if she was interfering, interloping, or trespassing somehow (from what she knew and understood, the Grounds still had no leader, and she’d been very polite upon entering the world), her head tilted. “Are you here often? I must say its a very confusing place.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
