Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Uncertain as to why his face seemed to fall and shift, the Caretaker’s mind set wholly on the dragon notions instead. “Ah, so a very young one. You’ll have to be patient with her,” and she grinned, for Lena had come across many throughout the Celestine, and then the Dragoons as a whole. Snagging at Mittens leash, she turned to go in, listening to the bell on the door, attention diverting to the keeper of the store, and then the surrounding scenery.
A glorious, sparkling, twinkling picture, really, all luminescent and awe-inspiring –
Until the shrewd woman spoke, and Lena found her eyes widening. “Oh,” and she grimaced for him, and anything she might have believed. Glancing at Koa from over her shoulder, she hid the lightest of smiles, pretending she hadn’t heard a thing. “I see. Not a bother at all,” and from there she snagged at the ruby within her basket, used to being an olive branch and a tranquil entity. “I wanted something to set this in. I’d heard gold might be suitable.” With a hidden wink to Koa, to show she meant to listen to both.
A glorious, sparkling, twinkling picture, really, all luminescent and awe-inspiring –
Until the shrewd woman spoke, and Lena found her eyes widening. “Oh,” and she grimaced for him, and anything she might have believed. Glancing at Koa from over her shoulder, she hid the lightest of smiles, pretending she hadn’t heard a thing. “I see. Not a bother at all,” and from there she snagged at the ruby within her basket, used to being an olive branch and a tranquil entity. “I wanted something to set this in. I’d heard gold might be suitable.” With a hidden wink to Koa, to show she meant to listen to both.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
