Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena half-wondered if Zavien thought every situation ideal and wonderful, but gave a short laugh nonetheless. She too could be that way, if there weren’t so many surrounding circumstances. Still, it was an opportunity to not delve into current hardships, and she was determined not to fall back into miserable countenances. “The fluffy purple swords,” she acknowledged with a shake of her head. “That is lavender. They can be used in a variety of ways, but mostly for calming purposes.” And while Mittens stared incredulously at the man, Lena pointed out the blends and herbs towards the tender, intending to purchase a few of the beautiful herbs.
She hadn’t expected his answer as she was bundling away her purchases, brow arching as he seemed to ramble into parsed reasons. “Kids help you with your training?” Truth be told, she didn’t do much training herself, the feel of a weapon very foreign and alienating to her, and she was much less adept into what sort of motions might require children. “But that is kind of you to get them something. I think there were some toy stands over there,” and she pointed towards a smaller segment of kiosks nearby.
She hadn’t expected his answer as she was bundling away her purchases, brow arching as he seemed to ramble into parsed reasons. “Kids help you with your training?” Truth be told, she didn’t do much training herself, the feel of a weapon very foreign and alienating to her, and she was much less adept into what sort of motions might require children. “But that is kind of you to get them something. I think there were some toy stands over there,” and she pointed towards a smaller segment of kiosks nearby.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
