[SE] one last breath

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

The animals were vastly appealing – that was true. They’d always have her attention first and foremost. “Well, there are the herds of unicorns,” and she grinned, taking a moment to bite down a few more leaves of lettuce, before giving her additional thoughts. “It feels serene. Peaceful.” Between the flowers, the barrows, and the carefully cultivated wakes, sometimes it represented something otherworldly and beyond her capabilities; as if it had once known great, horrid violence, and chose to grow, restore, and rejuvenate around it. Incapable of putting that into words, she only had the feelings and emotions. “Reminds me a little of the Celestine too,” and she laughed; like a home away from home. “I’d like to explore more of it when I get the chance.”

Recollecting Sohalia’s other mentions, she hummed contentedly before extending her own inquiry. “Did you have a favorite spot in Torchline?”

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm