Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena paused, pondering over other measures and details, while her fingers twirled one of the blossoms in her hands. “There’s not much else to get them there, unfortunately.” Unless they were Attuned, capable of flight, or given those grand mythical shifts like Ronin’s dragon. And the skyships would always be a little slow – but could pack more people. “And the church, the library…,” she began to offer, as if they were great complements to the rest of the world. Perking up briefly, eyes flickering back to Anju, her smile widened. “I could offer tours of the Celestine?” Maybe some lectures in between?
Discussion of the Hollowed Grounds left her pondering further, rising back from her crouch, the little flower still rolling between her movements. She might've missed Anju's furtive concern, if only to appease her own mind. “I think so. It should be all right.” Because if she said it enough times, and managed to meander away from the danger and ineptitude, than it might all come to fruition.
Discussion of the Hollowed Grounds left her pondering further, rising back from her crouch, the little flower still rolling between her movements. She might've missed Anju's furtive concern, if only to appease her own mind. “I think so. It should be all right.” Because if she said it enough times, and managed to meander away from the danger and ineptitude, than it might all come to fruition.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
