Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Feeling utterly useless and ineffectual wasn’t aiding in the matter, but it was Lena’s emotions regardless. She swallowed down the bit of pride, or the notions to squawk at Talyson, for making any noise at all might alert the creature. There’d been a trace of thought about trying to converse with it on her own – but she had a sneaking suspicion it would scarcely matter either.
Blinking steadily and striving to find her way through smoke and smog, the Caretaker continued onward, striving to find that eye.
And then maybe they could go home.
Third time had to be the charm, right?
--
Lena stays in her bird shift and once again tries to find the eyeball.
Blinking steadily and striving to find her way through smoke and smog, the Caretaker continued onward, striving to find that eye.
And then maybe they could go home.
Third time had to be the charm, right?
--
Lena stays in her bird shift and once again tries to find the eyeball.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
