Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head at the notions of ‘fluffy purple swords’, she ensured her bundles were safely ensconced within her basket. Listening all the while, especially to any nervous notions, she eventually inclined her gaze back to his. “Ah, I see.” She didn’t really, but she could imagine something like chasing after children, making a game of it all instead of maintaining absolute soldierly decorum.
Besides, then there were other semblances to peruse and purchase, and retail therapy seemed to coincide with a more relaxed setting. She continued utilizing his arm, perhaps so she didn’t get bumped and throttled away again, poised and regal, as they began to look through the array of objects. The age range and differentials were specific and defined, which showed he paid attention to his little allegiances, and she laughed good-naturedly again at the likelihood of all girls not liking dolls. “Very astute of you,” she hummed, hand snagging at Mittens as it began to unhinge its jaw, looking to bite the head off a figurine nearby. “Besides dolls, stuffed animals are always a good idea.”
As for her? Her cheeks flushed for a moment, lost along parallels of thought. Her own upbringing had been swift, and she and her sister had been raised to be upstanding, religious citizens of Stormbreak; never an embarrassment, never someone to be ashamed of. Uncertain, and maybe indifferent, to how that looked now, her eyes searched for certain items. “Paint sets, watercolors, papers for drawing and the like. My sister loved using building blocks too,” and she’d become a wondrous engineer, before everything came crashing and toppling down. “Gardening tools. Or even a set of pretend doctor supplies, for either animals or people.”
Besides, then there were other semblances to peruse and purchase, and retail therapy seemed to coincide with a more relaxed setting. She continued utilizing his arm, perhaps so she didn’t get bumped and throttled away again, poised and regal, as they began to look through the array of objects. The age range and differentials were specific and defined, which showed he paid attention to his little allegiances, and she laughed good-naturedly again at the likelihood of all girls not liking dolls. “Very astute of you,” she hummed, hand snagging at Mittens as it began to unhinge its jaw, looking to bite the head off a figurine nearby. “Besides dolls, stuffed animals are always a good idea.”
As for her? Her cheeks flushed for a moment, lost along parallels of thought. Her own upbringing had been swift, and she and her sister had been raised to be upstanding, religious citizens of Stormbreak; never an embarrassment, never someone to be ashamed of. Uncertain, and maybe indifferent, to how that looked now, her eyes searched for certain items. “Paint sets, watercolors, papers for drawing and the like. My sister loved using building blocks too,” and she’d become a wondrous engineer, before everything came crashing and toppling down. “Gardening tools. Or even a set of pretend doctor supplies, for either animals or people.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
