Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Sometimes it simply takes the experience and knowledge.” Not many children were born knowing how to preserve and care; it came with practice, wisdom, and guidance. And maybe they wouldn’t be interested – she’d known a fair number of assistants who’d come and gone because they weren’t the right fit or didn’t want to pursue such a career after a few weeks. “But thank you,” she obliged with a wrinkle to her nose, sifting through the bag until she found a red one, and paused. “Their parents wouldn’t mind?” She would hate to get them into more hot water or further trouble; absent-minded guardians or not.
At his next interval though, her eyes widened in disbelief. She had to smother the surprise down with a modest shake of her head and a light laugh. “They’re good for much more.” Only for seasoning food…what did they teach Dragoons anyway? “As long as you behave yourself,” she hummed, something light and airy.
At his next interval though, her eyes widened in disbelief. She had to smother the surprise down with a modest shake of her head and a light laugh. “They’re good for much more.” Only for seasoning food…what did they teach Dragoons anyway? “As long as you behave yourself,” she hummed, something light and airy.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
