Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Gleaning the last remains of her salad, Lena placed her elbows along the table, folding her hands under her chin as she grinned – clearly intent on telling the tale whether or not Sohalia was intrigued. But she seemed to have caught the youth’s interest, and so without hesitation, began reciting what she’d read from texts and heard from locals. “Within the Miana Pool is a creature called the L’ma. What was once a beautiful, majestic roc, was somehow cast into the sea without its wings.”
Pausing, for the tale was rather melodramatic, and the Caretaker was never quite sure where truth ended and fables began, she tilted her head vaguely, eyes gleaming. “Now it swims there for eternity, rather than flying. But it is said that if you make a wish, and throw a brightly colored stone into the pool, it could be taken to the L’ma below.” She shrugged her shoulders for emphasis. “And maybe the most beautiful stones will have their throwers' dreams granted.”
Laughing lightly, she smiled again. “Who knows – I’ve heard there were sightings of it years ago.”
Pausing, for the tale was rather melodramatic, and the Caretaker was never quite sure where truth ended and fables began, she tilted her head vaguely, eyes gleaming. “Now it swims there for eternity, rather than flying. But it is said that if you make a wish, and throw a brightly colored stone into the pool, it could be taken to the L’ma below.” She shrugged her shoulders for emphasis. “And maybe the most beautiful stones will have their throwers' dreams granted.”
Laughing lightly, she smiled again. “Who knows – I’ve heard there were sightings of it years ago.”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
