Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena still didn’t know much about the Ancients – and she couldn’t quite fathom if her discomfort came from the sudden influx of them after the Ascended, or just her sheer ignorance. If the Old Gods weren’t bothered by Dygra and her followers, perhaps she shouldn’t have been either – at the very least, she hadn’t heard anything otherwise. And if they came long before, had they fallen out of favor? Had they ceased to exist? Were they reliant upon their deity, just as the Ascended had been upon the Voice? Her multitude of inquiries wouldn’t have answers here, so she shrugged her shoulders, taking in another bite.
“I’m not certain its ever cooler,” she mentioned with a slight grin. “But there are some waterfalls.” When it wasn’t full of pouring blood and a dead body. “And I’ve heard about their hot springs too.” So there were good things to be had in that midst, just as long as someone knew where and when to look.
“I’m not certain its ever cooler,” she mentioned with a slight grin. “But there are some waterfalls.” When it wasn’t full of pouring blood and a dead body. “And I’ve heard about their hot springs too.” So there were good things to be had in that midst, just as long as someone knew where and when to look.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
