Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Never yearning to be a burden in any capacity, Lena found it difficult to lean upon many for much support – tending to bottle it away in her chest, work, or distract rather than pay credence to any trauma. So she smiled nonetheless, giving nothing away, glancing at the children nearby and Mittens still occupying itself within the constructs of its own making; now rotating over and over again like a Ferris wheel.
He snagged her attention again at the comment about his mother, smile sliding into something akin to quiet serenity. “It sounds as though you’ve built yourself quite a support system,” she winked, not begrudging him a thing. Even in loss, to find avenues and pathways to ensure one wasn’t always lost held significant value.
Frey was easier to discuss anyway. “I’ve never known it to hit a max capacity. Animals come and go all the time.” When they were mended and healed, when they were wounded and broken, cycling back through be soothed, assuaged, and sent from whence they came. “And yes. Frey appointed me as the Caretaker.” That instilled a beaming sense of pride and a widened grin, but rather than look boastful, she took it as a responsibility, a merit, of the god’s genuine and grand graces.
He snagged her attention again at the comment about his mother, smile sliding into something akin to quiet serenity. “It sounds as though you’ve built yourself quite a support system,” she winked, not begrudging him a thing. Even in loss, to find avenues and pathways to ensure one wasn’t always lost held significant value.
Frey was easier to discuss anyway. “I’ve never known it to hit a max capacity. Animals come and go all the time.” When they were mended and healed, when they were wounded and broken, cycling back through be soothed, assuaged, and sent from whence they came. “And yes. Frey appointed me as the Caretaker.” That instilled a beaming sense of pride and a widened grin, but rather than look boastful, she took it as a responsibility, a merit, of the god’s genuine and grand graces.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
