Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The unknown, potential confusion, and enigmas of the Labyrinth caused her to sigh – not an impatient individual, but perhaps frustrated at her lack of ability to help in this regard. Maybe they were wandering in circles. Maybe this was it, after all this amount of time spent and the year of the Grounds reforming into something else altogether. At Darkeye’s insinuation, her smile almost faltered.
But steadfast determination still roared to life in her heart, so she gave a swift nod. “I’ll search again,” because there was some semblance of a chance, and she’d take it.
Grabbing her basket, the Caretaker clambered to potentials of clusters, seeking out the stalks of greenery blending in amidst the grass – searching for brown protrusions, for signs, for symbols…until she crouched down, blinking a few times. “I think I found one,” she whispered, hopeful and wondering, excited, hands delicately going towards the herb.
But steadfast determination still roared to life in her heart, so she gave a swift nod. “I’ll search again,” because there was some semblance of a chance, and she’d take it.
Grabbing her basket, the Caretaker clambered to potentials of clusters, seeking out the stalks of greenery blending in amidst the grass – searching for brown protrusions, for signs, for symbols…until she crouched down, blinking a few times. “I think I found one,” she whispered, hopeful and wondering, excited, hands delicately going towards the herb.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
