Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena was content in her line and state of work – but perhaps truthfully, she wouldn’t know what to do with herself without it. Since the loss of her sister, it’d been one of many coping mechanisms – staying busy, keeping her mind on tasks, rather than delving down into a torrent of emotions, overwhelming sadness, or bitterness. She’d promised, after all, in the midst of silence and acrimony, that she wouldn’t be like so many others, and give over to the rage and quest for vengeance. Whether or not her options were a healthier alternative may not have mattered.
Placing that note about the Rainbow Road in her periphery, she coaxed another sip of lemonade across her lips before persisting in avenues about the Miana Pool. “It has all sorts of legends around it too,” and she winked, pondering if Sohalia had heard of any in her youth amidst the world. "And if you know how to swim, all the better!"
Placing that note about the Rainbow Road in her periphery, she coaxed another sip of lemonade across her lips before persisting in avenues about the Miana Pool. “It has all sorts of legends around it too,” and she winked, pondering if Sohalia had heard of any in her youth amidst the world. "And if you know how to swim, all the better!"
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
