Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
An invitation to dinner had sounded fabulous, especially after working long hours in the Celestine. Lena tended to focus more on the care of the animals, rather than herself, so the notions of spending time with friends, with cooking, sounded like even more of a treat. Walking over into the apartment area sent a wave of nostalgia though she couldn’t quite shake; days spent across from her sister’s own rooms, wittling away the hours together with bright, warm laughter –
She inhaled a breath, ignored the look on Mittens’ features, and crossed along those vestiges and thresholds, listening as the door rang her admittance, as Sohalia rushed down. “Hello! Lovely place you have here,” and she smiled, meaning it entirely. “I’m all right. You?” Hitching her basket further along her arm, and ensuring Mittens trailed alongside her, instead of meandering around and instantly causing issues, her eyes swept over furnishings and preparations. “Anything I can do to help?”
She inhaled a breath, ignored the look on Mittens’ features, and crossed along those vestiges and thresholds, listening as the door rang her admittance, as Sohalia rushed down. “Hello! Lovely place you have here,” and she smiled, meaning it entirely. “I’m all right. You?” Hitching her basket further along her arm, and ensuring Mittens trailed alongside her, instead of meandering around and instantly causing issues, her eyes swept over furnishings and preparations. “Anything I can do to help?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
