Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Her grin remained as they parsed through the dessert, contentment reigning supreme as the tart and sugary confections and convictions pressed along her tongue. She even started another hum under her breath, until Sohalia asked an innocent question, and the happiness eased away; replaced with something fake and foreign on her features.
Because Lena rarely talked about Seraphina – not after finding her amidst rubble and ruin, once the Ascended and their brethren had ceased assaulting Stormbreak. Maybe it was out of discomfort, sadness, and everything else left behind, or the Caretaker was amongst the many traumatized Naturals who simply tried to move past the heartache as best they could – too used to seeing it time and time again. “Oh, um. Seraphina was her name. She was the Artificer here – an engineer. Very clever, focused, and driven.” Her fingers began to play with the remains of the lemon bar in her hand, tips covered in ivory powder, head bowed and down. “She, and many others, were lost when the Ascended attacked us, before the war.”
Because Lena rarely talked about Seraphina – not after finding her amidst rubble and ruin, once the Ascended and their brethren had ceased assaulting Stormbreak. Maybe it was out of discomfort, sadness, and everything else left behind, or the Caretaker was amongst the many traumatized Naturals who simply tried to move past the heartache as best they could – too used to seeing it time and time again. “Oh, um. Seraphina was her name. She was the Artificer here – an engineer. Very clever, focused, and driven.” Her fingers began to play with the remains of the lemon bar in her hand, tips covered in ivory powder, head bowed and down. “She, and many others, were lost when the Ascended attacked us, before the war.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
