Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Thank you,” she uttered softly as the pitcher of water was placed nearby, and she squeezed some more portions of the lemon juice through the filter. “Maybe it will be like the spring ball? There were quite a few varieties.” The Caretaker had never been much of a picky eater, so she was content with whatever managed to be at the table. “If it is associated with the Ancients though, do you think there will be more raw components?” She couldn’t be certain, and still felt like she didn’t know enough about them.
Content with the amount of juice layered, she snagged at a few inklings of sugar, placing it alongside the fruity contents. “It’s nice to be able to have them again,” in comfort, rather than apprehension, hostility, or dread – the coming of war via announcements amidst fields had set everything into motions years before, leaving a taste for celebration by the wayside. “I think as long as everything is safe, then it will be a great time.”
Content with the amount of juice layered, she snagged at a few inklings of sugar, placing it alongside the fruity contents. “It’s nice to be able to have them again,” in comfort, rather than apprehension, hostility, or dread – the coming of war via announcements amidst fields had set everything into motions years before, leaving a taste for celebration by the wayside. “I think as long as everything is safe, then it will be a great time.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
