Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Where Zavien might have spent his whole life training to guard, Lena’s efforts had been in kindness and compassion, a way of solace in another walk of life. There was always room to grow there too, for knowledge should always be acquired and snagged, maintained and polished, no matter the experience and age. And she’d extend the wisdom wherever she could too. “I’ll try.”
Siphoning through the gummies for favorites again, the bag rummaged and stilled as he spoke about their parents, causing her brows to furrow slightly. Rarely did the Caretaker get truly angry; perhaps the last time had been when her sister had been killed and she’d found one of the Ascended culprits responsible, but even then, she hadn’t flared. This predicament got under her skin in the way that disappointment sank and crawled, simmered and boiled, just below her chest, and she sighed, saddened for the children. Why bother having them at all – if they weren’t cared for and loved? “That’s unfortunate,” she mustered, bottling up multitudes. “Do they have others that look after them as well?” It couldn’t be just Zavien running along with hordes of children?
As for jokes and amusement, she shook her head again, trying to rid herself of the sentiments threatening to take over. “We’ll see,” came on a grin, despite his promises. “Those who can’t adhere to the rules must clean the enclosures.” Which wasn’t remotely true, but worth the amusement anyway.
Siphoning through the gummies for favorites again, the bag rummaged and stilled as he spoke about their parents, causing her brows to furrow slightly. Rarely did the Caretaker get truly angry; perhaps the last time had been when her sister had been killed and she’d found one of the Ascended culprits responsible, but even then, she hadn’t flared. This predicament got under her skin in the way that disappointment sank and crawled, simmered and boiled, just below her chest, and she sighed, saddened for the children. Why bother having them at all – if they weren’t cared for and loved? “That’s unfortunate,” she mustered, bottling up multitudes. “Do they have others that look after them as well?” It couldn’t be just Zavien running along with hordes of children?
As for jokes and amusement, she shook her head again, trying to rid herself of the sentiments threatening to take over. “We’ll see,” came on a grin, despite his promises. “Those who can’t adhere to the rules must clean the enclosures.” Which wasn’t remotely true, but worth the amusement anyway.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
