Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“If you’d like,” Lena offered in return, but only because she didn’t know where else to put it. Perhaps Sohalia had a system for lone items strewn about. Handing the basket over, the Caretaker immediately felt as if she had to have something in her hands, other than the tether linked along her belt, ensuring Mittens didn’t stray, so she gave a breath of relief when there were more preparations to be made. “Salad sounds great.”
Sidling over and washing her hands at the sink, she indulged in a fragrant soap over her palms and fingers while the fellow Attuned persisted in her own endeavors. “The Celestine is well. The unicorn herd has returned to King’s End,” exactly as it needed to be, no matter how much she enjoyed their company. Drying her hands, she angled towards some cucumbers, snagging at the second knife. “Some blind swamp rats have come in from the Feverlands. Must’ve gotten into something.” Smiling once more, and beginning the process of cutting through the makeshift gourd, she began humming. “How is everything going for you?”
Sidling over and washing her hands at the sink, she indulged in a fragrant soap over her palms and fingers while the fellow Attuned persisted in her own endeavors. “The Celestine is well. The unicorn herd has returned to King’s End,” exactly as it needed to be, no matter how much she enjoyed their company. Drying her hands, she angled towards some cucumbers, snagging at the second knife. “Some blind swamp rats have come in from the Feverlands. Must’ve gotten into something.” Smiling once more, and beginning the process of cutting through the makeshift gourd, she began humming. “How is everything going for you?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
