[se] are we all caged in?

Lena

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

A pleasant smile was granted to the griffin, and then Lena began adhering to her task. Medicine drawn, she took apart a treat, placing the remedy within, and then enclosing it thereafter, as if the curative didn’t exist there in the first place. Mild deceit for an animal who needed to get well – for Lena wasn’t above more pretenses in her tactics. Unaware he was bothered by her presence amongst the creature – for she wasn’t at all and had faced multitudes of dragonlings around teething time (a much worse experience, to be certain) – the woman glided around to where the ursur was dozing.

Her eyes lit at the sound of the jingle bugs though. “And these? I can’t imagine many of those have been out.” Her hand lifted to the snout of the polar bear, watching as it began to twitch, one eye sliding open. “What brings you to Stormbreak now?” And so far out of reach of Halo?

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm