Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena had never minded hard work – and had the Celestine to show for it. There’d be no complaints from her, even if her method had been slow going and a little more tedious. Offering a squeak of thanks towards Pip, the lovely little dragon, her claws worked their way through the dirt. It was almost peaceful and content, the way she could maneuver the sod and loam, and would’ve hummed absentmindedly, had she not been in the form of a fox.
She raised her head briefly at Sohalia too, with a little vulpine grin forming on the edges of her mouth, ivory tail wagging as they persisted and endured.
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Lena keeps digging!
She raised her head briefly at Sohalia too, with a little vulpine grin forming on the edges of her mouth, ivory tail wagging as they persisted and endured.
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Lena keeps digging!
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
