Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
“Thank you,” Lena conceded with a nod and a smile, snagging at the tongs, and placing some salad upon her plate, waiting until Sohalia had served herself before beginning to eat. The food ended up being lovely and light, exactly what she’d hoped (with room for dessert afterwards – at least this had been somewhat of a goal in her mind).
Snagging some lemonade, and grinning in agreement and accord with the toast, they settled and tucked in. After a few bites, she hummed under her breath, the contentment and ease returning – it’d been a long while since these sort of comforts had even been a forethought in her mind. Churning subject matters over, she persisted in the cartographer’s noted skills. “Have you been exploring lately?”
Snagging some lemonade, and grinning in agreement and accord with the toast, they settled and tucked in. After a few bites, she hummed under her breath, the contentment and ease returning – it’d been a long while since these sort of comforts had even been a forethought in her mind. Churning subject matters over, she persisted in the cartographer’s noted skills. “Have you been exploring lately?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
