Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
There were a number of ways Lena could have combatted the forces of the trauma instilled upon that day. But she preferred to find the positives, in whatever she could – because there was no bringing Sera, nor the other people perished, back. Instead, she had glimpses of a dragon, the awareness of a soul still out there who understood, and hordes of others who still remained in the dominion of Sera’s projects and buildings. A legacy of her engineering skills; rather than how she was lost.
They seemed to angle around it though, and Lena took the opportunity to busy her hands, wrapping up portions for Sohalia to consume later. “Sure. And then there will be plenty of leftovers for the festival.”
From there, they could finagle conversations back and away from the tragedies of the past, and perhaps, pave the way for more brightness in the present and future.
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They seemed to angle around it though, and Lena took the opportunity to busy her hands, wrapping up portions for Sohalia to consume later. “Sure. And then there will be plenty of leftovers for the festival.”
From there, they could finagle conversations back and away from the tragedies of the past, and perhaps, pave the way for more brightness in the present and future.
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that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
