Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena wasn’t amidst the fleet of skyships, though she’d heard the passing orders some days before. In fact, she wasn’t expecting to run into anyone here at all – not with the way the Oerwoud twisted and turned, paths intertwining amidst the ferns, the greenery, the life. A beautiful place full of opportunity and resources, with the little bundle of her own already collected and over her shoulder, intending to snag more.
There were some herbs tied together, with a few pieces of fallen wood for kindling, alongside other stores collected. Not yearning to be greedy, but certainly knowing the necessity of these devices, especially with incoming LongNight and Stormbreak’s unfortunate ways they found disaster, she continued along, before raising her head and seeing a familiar face in the midst.
“Anju, hello!” came on a corresponding wave. “I didn’t think you’d be out here!” But then again, it shouldn’t have surprised the Caretaker, given the Dragoon’s penchant for preparation. “Do you need help with anything?”
There were some herbs tied together, with a few pieces of fallen wood for kindling, alongside other stores collected. Not yearning to be greedy, but certainly knowing the necessity of these devices, especially with incoming LongNight and Stormbreak’s unfortunate ways they found disaster, she continued along, before raising her head and seeing a familiar face in the midst.
“Anju, hello!” came on a corresponding wave. “I didn’t think you’d be out here!” But then again, it shouldn’t have surprised the Caretaker, given the Dragoon’s penchant for preparation. “Do you need help with anything?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
