[se] the reign of doves

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

The Caretaker, a paragon of patience, watched the merchant’s inspection with her hands folded over her basket handle, looking all the more serene for it. When the woman seemed to be only murmuring to…herself, Lena opted to shrug at Koa, eyes widening, uncertain what to do or where to go; remaining standing in the quiet clamor.

Koa seemed to have been either bored or restless, returning, undaunted, with pearls. Brow arching, she gave way to her own sly smile, a grand nod forming from her head. “Of course. For what occasion? I can’t imagine for training with the Dragoons.” Though picturing Anju’s reaction to any of her recruits wandering in with jewelry around their neck was worth the slight giggle.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all