Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
As she inched her way along the plaza, there seemed to be more than just paper, but perhaps little strips of confetti, sparkly bits strewn about. It could’ve been blown off of someone’s decorations for whatever purpose, given the nature of the weather lately, or a party…Stormbreak wasn’t known to take LongNight as seriously as someone from the Hollowed Grounds would, having no monsters of the Voice’s creation within their vicinity. Mittens took a delight in following a trail of hues mixed with a vibrant green and blue, and the Caretaker snagged those quickly too.
Humming under her breath, content to be productive, she pondered over the theory she’d already started with. “I may head over there after I’m done here.” She only needed to pick up a few more things, could glide over to the Collegium, and do some minor research before heading back to the Celestine. With a bright and kind smile, the Attuned persisted. “You’re more than welcome to join me. Might be a nice break,” from whatever else had been going on in the leader’s life.
Humming under her breath, content to be productive, she pondered over the theory she’d already started with. “I may head over there after I’m done here.” She only needed to pick up a few more things, could glide over to the Collegium, and do some minor research before heading back to the Celestine. With a bright and kind smile, the Attuned persisted. “You’re more than welcome to join me. Might be a nice break,” from whatever else had been going on in the leader’s life.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
