Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
A few more papers blew in her direction, and before they could either collide with her feet or wander off further into the midst of impending storms, she crouched, picking them up one by one. LongNight in the Grounds sounded like a horrifying nightmare – she’d read enough about them within the tomes of the Collegium to know better than to pry deeper into those memories. “So I’ve heard. I’m glad that’s no longer an issue.” Calm and composed, she placed the damp papers within her basket, intending to put them in the trash when she got closer.
She meandered some more steps, following a trail of debris, while Mittens continued to stare the griffin down. While it wasn’t necessarily doing anything, the silence, and perhaps the smug turn of its stony smile spoke volumes. Lena held tighter to its leash.
Besides, meteor crash sites, and potential connections, had her thoughts reeling elsewhere. “I can’t even recall a time that’s happened. Maybe someone can do some research in the library,” she began to hum and murmur, a mind collectively absorbed by the potential of past occurrences. “Or if it has anything to do with Safrin disappearing.”
She meandered some more steps, following a trail of debris, while Mittens continued to stare the griffin down. While it wasn’t necessarily doing anything, the silence, and perhaps the smug turn of its stony smile spoke volumes. Lena held tighter to its leash.
Besides, meteor crash sites, and potential connections, had her thoughts reeling elsewhere. “I can’t even recall a time that’s happened. Maybe someone can do some research in the library,” she began to hum and murmur, a mind collectively absorbed by the potential of past occurrences. “Or if it has anything to do with Safrin disappearing.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
