[Training] but I'm listening

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Lena glanced at the sword, then back at the woman who held it. Not in awe, or mystique, but maybe the brutal unfamiliarity of armaments. She’d never held a weapon in her life. More apt for tomes and books, for bandages and salves, for treats and food for the animals she took care of. “I haven’t-,” and were it not for the forthcoming of war looming over their heads, the consideration wouldn’t even be in her mind –

Then they’re interrupted by Nolan anyway.

She offered him a sheepish smile in response, but the other had taken on the role of shooing the Dragoon away quickly and efficiently. Only then could she turn her head back, and glance down at the wooden training blade as if it were something to be feared, eyes widening as her hand grasped the hilt (immediately incorrectly). “I wouldn’t have a clue what to do,” came along on an embarrassed laugh, but resounded accurately.

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