Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
With her attention snagged in a variety of directions, the Caretaker might’ve anticipated something rising from the swells of the surf – but she hadn’t presumed it’d be Hadama. With a slight laugh at the deep voice rolling along the waves, she offered a friendly nod of her head, tucking her notebook back into her basket to ensure a more formal and polite greeting. “Hadama – I’m well. There’s been quite a bit of change along the lands. Thought I’d try to catch any of the new creatures about.”
Pausing, for she thought she’d heard rumors about him taking up the mantle of Merfolk some time before war resounded in their ears, she placed her hands behind her back, resting them against her spine. “What about yourself? How are things going?”
Pausing, for she thought she’d heard rumors about him taking up the mantle of Merfolk some time before war resounded in their ears, she placed her hands behind her back, resting them against her spine. “What about yourself? How are things going?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
