[se] and the birds still sing

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

“I’m not sure if I can,” she said with a small smile, but in truth, and in boundaries. “We have much to prepare in Stormbreak, unfortunately,” and there was some amount of wonder – if after everything those small amount of Ascended had done, including the death of her sister, would she be willing to aid or assist them?

Or should she keep to her own world of the Celestine, of the great stone and the wondrous gardens?

Instead of delving into it further, because now wasn’t the time or the place, her fingers tightened over the weaving of her basket as she watched the priest pay for his goods. Content with assisting him, and with the wares she’d already snagged for her new apartment – though it would never be the same as before - she could make do with what she had. “I’m all set, but thank you. I should probably be heading home soon.”

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all