Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Mittens eyed the griffin again, watching in predacious, hawkish fashion behind stony eyes as the youth clambered along, snagging at morsels. It narrowed its gaze until Lena seemed to send some warning through their bond, and the snowball growled, hissed, and sputtered, snaking and coiling over towards another few wisps of confetti.
Lena followed along dutifully, looking completely unbothered by most of the bizarre proceedings. Instead, her attention went to Sohalia, catching the glimpses of relief, and wondering what lay underneath all those layers. “Of course. After I tend to some of the animals around lunchtime feeding?” There were still some that required an herbal remedy by clockwork, and the Caretaker always put the creatures first.
Lena followed along dutifully, looking completely unbothered by most of the bizarre proceedings. Instead, her attention went to Sohalia, catching the glimpses of relief, and wondering what lay underneath all those layers. “Of course. After I tend to some of the animals around lunchtime feeding?” There were still some that required an herbal remedy by clockwork, and the Caretaker always put the creatures first.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
