[se] dreaming of tomorrow

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Mittens persisted in making menacing, glowering scowls towards the sea panther, while Lena’s eyes rounded at introductions. She was probably amongst the few who’d never met the infamous demigod – but now it was calming to put a face to the name. “Oh yes! Did you need to start those anytime soon?” She had some council meeting to attend in the near future, and the massive variety of jobs keeping her busy here, but she’d also made a commitment to assisting in King’s End. “Nice to meet you as well. Welcome to the Celestine.”

Figuring it would be safe to return to her gardening, pulling along the snowball’s leash to emphasize it should cease and desist the behavior, she snagged at another herb and crouched back down amidst the earth.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all