Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
A familiar voice caused her attention to wander away the verdantry and greenery for a moment, features rounding back into a smile as she noted the mermanta once more. Her cordial voice followed afterwards. “Hello Hadama.” Her eyes glanced at the proferred goods, arching a brow in curiosity, because she wasn’t certain what merpeople would bring to a festival, but politely refrained from peeking and being too nosey. “Sure.”
Thereafter, she did just as she’d asked, placing the waterproof bag upon the table. “Would you like a plant too?” She considered after a moment – figuring some had to be relegated for the sea.
Thereafter, she did just as she’d asked, placing the waterproof bag upon the table. “Would you like a plant too?” She considered after a moment – figuring some had to be relegated for the sea.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
