Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“We can’t let one leader dictate it for the rest of us,” she mused, eyes wandering again. There were implications there too – of a time well before Dahlia or Sohalia, where Stormbreak had been the epicenter of so many other things, like hatred and animosity, instilled in faith and tradition. “And this can’t last forever.” The multitudes before hadn’t – from plagues to the Ascended to…everything else notched and nettled in between.
As for creatures, there’d been plenty, some fresh and unfamiliar and foreign, some habitual and known what seemed like lifetimes. “And it’s constantly changing, so anytime you come to the Celestine, there is bound to be something new.” At the notions that she was the perfect person for the job, she blushed and flushed a little, glancing away again to survey the scene and wonder when she might have to pull Mittens from an impending fray. “Well, thank you. I try my best.” Her parents wouldn’t have agreed with Zavien, but perhaps that didn’t matter, given how they’d craved for her to follow in Sera’s footsteps amidst the Order. “Do you enjoy working with the Dragoons?”
As for creatures, there’d been plenty, some fresh and unfamiliar and foreign, some habitual and known what seemed like lifetimes. “And it’s constantly changing, so anytime you come to the Celestine, there is bound to be something new.” At the notions that she was the perfect person for the job, she blushed and flushed a little, glancing away again to survey the scene and wonder when she might have to pull Mittens from an impending fray. “Well, thank you. I try my best.” Her parents wouldn’t have agreed with Zavien, but perhaps that didn’t matter, given how they’d craved for her to follow in Sera’s footsteps amidst the Order. “Do you enjoy working with the Dragoons?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
