Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Always eager to learn new things, especially in herbs, the youth’s brow arched, eyes segmenting briefly back to the plants bundled along Ray. “What did you find? Was it all here?” The Caretaker clearly wasn’t an avid wanderer of the Greatwood, but she’d heard and seen enough from tomes and texts in the library to know there were valuable things out here in the midst.
And she’d probably have some by now, if she hadn’t wandered so much.
Her gaze went back to the forest floor, hands reaching out to find more potentials, when Ray’s idea seemed to pilfer through. “We can try it.” She didn’t have any other solutions, save for puttering around and seeing what was available. “Lead the way!”
And she’d probably have some by now, if she hadn’t wandered so much.
Her gaze went back to the forest floor, hands reaching out to find more potentials, when Ray’s idea seemed to pilfer through. “We can try it.” She didn’t have any other solutions, save for puttering around and seeing what was available. “Lead the way!”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
