Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The last thing Lena expected was to be jostled and bumped, and Mittens’ shrill hiss was enough of a warning – though it was a good thing she had the companion leashed – or else other things might’ve been more disastrous. She was saved from tumbling into the stand by the stranger’s hands, and when she whipped around, saw it wasn’t an unfamiliar person at all. “Oh sorry,” though she didn’t know why she was apologizing – more of an automatic thing than anything else. “Zavien, wasn’t it?”
Whether or not those memories and names would bring back their failure amidst the swamp scarcely mattered – she found it difficult to forget. “I’m all right,” though Mittens was irate, and it took more than a moment to wheedle the snowball back into the confinement of her arms.
Whether or not those memories and names would bring back their failure amidst the swamp scarcely mattered – she found it difficult to forget. “I’m all right,” though Mittens was irate, and it took more than a moment to wheedle the snowball back into the confinement of her arms.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
