Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The dragon was always a welcome force of nature, and the Caretaker’s smile broadened as the creature ambled over. She hummed a light, soft tune under her breath as she reached out to scratch the top of the companion’s head, hands already digging through her pants pocket for treats. “Hello to you too, Riya,” came on dulcet foundations, before she applied her attention to the Dragoon.
Nodding at the necessities, she immediately began searching along the undergrowth, pushing broad ferns and leaves out of the way. Eventually she found one or two dried up portions, adding them to her small pile, head inclining back to Anju when the silence became a little too much for her to bear. “How are you?”
Nodding at the necessities, she immediately began searching along the undergrowth, pushing broad ferns and leaves out of the way. Eventually she found one or two dried up portions, adding them to her small pile, head inclining back to Anju when the silence became a little too much for her to bear. “How are you?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
