Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
That she wasn’t remembered or recalled didn’t perturb her; perhaps she’d be nameless and non-existent enough for Dahlia to not bother with her, and she could carry on fighting for the causes looming before them. At present, it was finding gifts and trying to resolve the current matter, with gentleness and compassion and a light round of laughter. “That’s all right. I’m Lena, Caretaker of the Celestine.” Thereafter, she offered her hand in introductions, for the last parallels weren’t adequate, given the situation.
She flushed under the compliments, but probably because of embarrassment; in hindsight, she probably could’ve started implementing the dam much faster, and perhaps they would’ve gotten farther than permitting the void to spread. “Thank you. It was unfortunate that we couldn’t do much else,” and she swallowed down the trepidation there, snaking Mittens closer to her so the snowball wouldn’t reach out and launch at the dragoon.
As for assistance, she glanced nearby, to the plant seller who’d maneuvered on to someone else pointing out the flowers. “Oh, I’m just shopping for some friends. You’re welcome to join me.”
She flushed under the compliments, but probably because of embarrassment; in hindsight, she probably could’ve started implementing the dam much faster, and perhaps they would’ve gotten farther than permitting the void to spread. “Thank you. It was unfortunate that we couldn’t do much else,” and she swallowed down the trepidation there, snaking Mittens closer to her so the snowball wouldn’t reach out and launch at the dragoon.
As for assistance, she glanced nearby, to the plant seller who’d maneuvered on to someone else pointing out the flowers. “Oh, I’m just shopping for some friends. You’re welcome to join me.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
