Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The apprehension and confusion only caused her patience to endure and remain; a subtle tilt of her head following as he seemed to ponder over her platitudes. Her eyes only widened slightly as he altered and shifted; though the surprise didn’t last for long. She should’ve known, probably, given Attuned bonds and circumstances, emotions spilling outward and inward – but it’d been difficult to parse through all the other whims, caprices, and mercurial sentiments when bombarded with people nearby day in and day out.
A little hummingbird settled there, and the youth sighed and smiled – wondering if it all made sense. Lena, Caretaker of the Celestine. And since introductions seemed more appropriate than continuing to ask about his health and stability, she persisted and rooted in there. Who are you?
A little hummingbird settled there, and the youth sighed and smiled – wondering if it all made sense. Lena, Caretaker of the Celestine. And since introductions seemed more appropriate than continuing to ask about his health and stability, she persisted and rooted in there. Who are you?
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
