Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The appearance of her favored herald lent the beam of a smile on her features – at once effervescent and ebullient. Even at the brief admonishment, to which the youth blushed. She had tried, but perhaps not enough – too busy with other things, and perhaps ignorant of how much they’d require those ends by the end of the day.
“Thank you,” she exclaimed instead, unfurling a breath. The Caretaker had thought for a long while about those particulars – for she was no weapons master, nor frequent user of such items – a different person might’ve found a hammer an effective means. “Would a staff be feasible?”
“Thank you,” she exclaimed instead, unfurling a breath. The Caretaker had thought for a long while about those particulars – for she was no weapons master, nor frequent user of such items – a different person might’ve found a hammer an effective means. “Would a staff be feasible?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
