Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker tended to be an individual who overthought, but then again, based on how life had gone, it probably wasn’t surprising. But her calm radiance remained in the present, slowly pouring water into the pitcher, pausing every so often to stir the ingredients with a long spoon. “I like the thought of all the inclusion,” and she laughed, meaning it entirely. The world had had enough of lines drawn and battles forged. Maybe these were steps towards something better.
Lena had heard enough of prior festivals, especially one with mud monsters and rampant death, to not burrow into it too harshly; just enough to recall its weight across the land. She nodded at Sohalia’s insinuations, and then promptly persisted in finishing the lemonade, bringing it over to the table. “There. That should do it!”
Lena had heard enough of prior festivals, especially one with mud monsters and rampant death, to not burrow into it too harshly; just enough to recall its weight across the land. She nodded at Sohalia’s insinuations, and then promptly persisted in finishing the lemonade, bringing it over to the table. “There. That should do it!”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
