Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Debris and roots, rising, rising, rising, and seemingly nothing to stop it. The youth breathed in a harsh inhale, and then surged forward, back towards crowds of people and Anju, landing as the Caretaker once more, and watching as the world rumbled and crumbled around them. “Nothing except roots and debris,” and she shrugged her shoulders, biting her lip with worry and alarm.
Snagging at her basket again, she tried to steady her own heart, uncertain where they could go. Somewhere more open? Not so many buildings to fall down around them? Not the Temple then – and here she eyeballed the plaza, with its open markets. “Into any open space you can find! Stay together!” Striving to calm those around her, hastening anyone else away from edges, tugging at hands and squeezing them tight.
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Lena returns, informs Anju of what she’d seen, and tries to usher the crowd into open spaces and away from buildings/edges.
Snagging at her basket again, she tried to steady her own heart, uncertain where they could go. Somewhere more open? Not so many buildings to fall down around them? Not the Temple then – and here she eyeballed the plaza, with its open markets. “Into any open space you can find! Stay together!” Striving to calm those around her, hastening anyone else away from edges, tugging at hands and squeezing them tight.
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Lena returns, informs Anju of what she’d seen, and tries to usher the crowd into open spaces and away from buildings/edges.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
