Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Her brows furrowed slightly, having not heard of the sea panthers reaching so far out – but perhaps it had been by circumstance and misfortune, rather than any planned event. “Well, congratulations. I’m sure she’s grateful to you.” Her smile went to Petronella, and she might’ve snagged another treat for the little cub had Mittens not protested, or she had to mind and tend to the portions of the garden.
Sunjata seemed to be in agreement though, and so her head went down, plucking more weeds in deft operation. His question made her pause, but only for a moment, eyes glancing towards the small pile of wood. One of her assistants likely left it there for future purposes, but based on how quickly the world altered and they with it, had probably never gotten around to it. “Go ahead. Hopefully there’s plenty for you. But let me know if there isn’t, and I can fetch some.” It’d take a while to get to the market and back, but nonetheless, it would free her mind from other things too.
Sunjata seemed to be in agreement though, and so her head went down, plucking more weeds in deft operation. His question made her pause, but only for a moment, eyes glancing towards the small pile of wood. One of her assistants likely left it there for future purposes, but based on how quickly the world altered and they with it, had probably never gotten around to it. “Go ahead. Hopefully there’s plenty for you. But let me know if there isn’t, and I can fetch some.” It’d take a while to get to the market and back, but nonetheless, it would free her mind from other things too.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
