Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Diseases had been rampant before – when barriers were closed off, and later, when everything had been opened. But Lena hadn’t heard of it pilfering and lingering amidst the animals themselves, save for a few infected with the blight some years ago. “Yes. I have heard there were some instances where creatures caught it,” but as he mentioned moments later, this didn’t seem to be much of the same.
Drained. Lifeless. Taken.
She shook her head in accord with his estimation. “None here have borne such atrocities.” For they were injured or sick, but not emptied, like a void, as if they were nothing at all. “Have you asked any of the gods?”
Drained. Lifeless. Taken.
She shook her head in accord with his estimation. “None here have borne such atrocities.” For they were injured or sick, but not emptied, like a void, as if they were nothing at all. “Have you asked any of the gods?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
