Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
With the sudden attention swinging her way, she gave another genuine, welcoming smile, letting whatever apprehensions had been still gripping to drift away. Those would be for future days. While Aiden seemed content on snagging at the dress’s fabric at her hip, Ava seemed to ponder over Mittens, which wasn’t the grandest of ideas. Zavien fielded that one, for which Lena was grateful, and the companion obliged by hovering over her head and sticking its tongue out at the children. “Sour gummies are very delicious, but I think I like the gummy sharks more,” she winked, trying to hold attention in the steady streamline of conversation. “Mittens is my companion. An abominable snowball. And we can see.” She figured the bonded might just absorb anything and everything anyway, just to be spiteful.
They finally made their way towards the stall, and her eyes roamed too. Laughing at the exchange, she bowed her head as she inspected the wares with the rest of them. “Thank you.” She pointed at other distinct options, perhaps compelled as well. “Oooh, they have new shapes,” towards the aforementioned gummies – now molded into frost foxes and cloud wyrms.
They finally made their way towards the stall, and her eyes roamed too. Laughing at the exchange, she bowed her head as she inspected the wares with the rest of them. “Thank you.” She pointed at other distinct options, perhaps compelled as well. “Oooh, they have new shapes,” towards the aforementioned gummies – now molded into frost foxes and cloud wyrms.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
