Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
With skyports readily available amidst the Greatwood, Lena started on her quest there. But her first venture into the trees had been overwhelming immediately – catching at the silent, eerie adornments, the lights brimming in all directions, and then the revolving complexities of it all. More than once she’d stepped into a grove she thought was the same, or quite similar, to others she’d embarked within – to the point where she’d certainly seen that massive rock more than once.
Taking a silent breath and steeling her resolve, she figured going deeper into the proportions wouldn’t matter. She only needed one branch, and some sightseeing and exploration could be saved on another day, with someone who knew their way around the world. On that note, she stepped onto the broad path once more, crouching to glance at some of the fallen bramble, to note if they were worthy or large enough for a future staff.
Taking a silent breath and steeling her resolve, she figured going deeper into the proportions wouldn’t matter. She only needed one branch, and some sightseeing and exploration could be saved on another day, with someone who knew their way around the world. On that note, she stepped onto the broad path once more, crouching to glance at some of the fallen bramble, to note if they were worthy or large enough for a future staff.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
