Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Maybe,” Lena obliged with another warm smile, figuring it was worth a shot if the children were willing to part ways with a piece or two. Whether their candy adventure with Mittens would be successful or not was entirely up in the air, and the companion’s features had altered from raspberry blowing to some intrigue.
At the reminder of picking and perusing, the Caretaker nodded and obliged, snagging at a bag of gummy frost foxes. “Thank you,” she extended again to Zavien, following along after they’d made purchases and gathered around the bench. She stood aside while the youths delicately, as if this had happened quite a few times, ensured they were on their best behaviors; and not only did the sugary rush unfurl, but the stuffed animals as well. She watched and shook her head indulgently at the squeals started, shuffling Mittens closer to her as it became irritated with the noise (not self-aware).
And then when Ava made a peace offering, the snowball practically siphoned it into its throat.
Waiting for something else to happen, like approval or grouchiness, the companion sniffed and maneuvered away. “You tried,” she added, sighing, taking the offered seat beside Zavien, and placing her basket of wares and gifts by her feet while the twins were absorbed and frolicking. “Do you do this often for them?”
At the reminder of picking and perusing, the Caretaker nodded and obliged, snagging at a bag of gummy frost foxes. “Thank you,” she extended again to Zavien, following along after they’d made purchases and gathered around the bench. She stood aside while the youths delicately, as if this had happened quite a few times, ensured they were on their best behaviors; and not only did the sugary rush unfurl, but the stuffed animals as well. She watched and shook her head indulgently at the squeals started, shuffling Mittens closer to her as it became irritated with the noise (not self-aware).
And then when Ava made a peace offering, the snowball practically siphoned it into its throat.
Waiting for something else to happen, like approval or grouchiness, the companion sniffed and maneuvered away. “You tried,” she added, sighing, taking the offered seat beside Zavien, and placing her basket of wares and gifts by her feet while the twins were absorbed and frolicking. “Do you do this often for them?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
