[se] opportunities to be gentle

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

Considering how much Stormbreak had changed since the interim of Ascended, the war, and Sohalia’s attempts, Lena held out hope that perhaps Dahlia’s influence could only do so much. If they weren’t willing to go along with the changes, whatever they happened to be, maybe the floating isle could withstand another round of chaos and bedlam; but she still wouldn’t wish it on any of her fellow citizens.

Instead of veering off into a grim remark, she tilted her head again, listening as the Dragoon remarked upon uniqueness and explorations of the Celestine. “I can try,” she gave in honesty – sometimes the shifts in animals were quick and rapid, sometimes not at all. It all depended upon what they needed for recuperation purposes.

Mittens roared like a banshee, either entertaining the children or itself, and with Lena so used to the commotion and screeching, she didn’t even flinch, pausing to arch her brow at Zavien’s occupation instead. “They’re great. I admit I know Anju more than Koa,” as they’d been friends for a long while. She mused to herself – though not over weaponry or the ins and outs of battle. Such proportions were not in her interest, and the one time she’d held a staff had been pathetic at best. “But both are very capable. Are you going to get a dragon?”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm