Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena might have been inclined to agree, with the nature of meeting Trinket recently, and her abrupt threats of potentially hurting the animals of the Celestine. But kind and gentle, the Caretaker could find other means to ensure the youth never touched them, or faced consequences for doing so, so the notions of wielding a weapon still didn’t mark or measure the depths of her mind.
Rocks and shells though, in a training manner, could do something.
With the agreement at hand, she placed her basket down upon a nearby boulder, and searched the sand by her feet. She snagged a few stones, pebbles, a long, archaic looking piece of driftwood, and a random assortment of shells. Taking a solid breath, she grabbed hold of the first rock. “Here it comes!” by way of announcing her motives and movements, before she threw it, definitely not as hard as she could, towards the mer and his trident.
Rocks and shells though, in a training manner, could do something.
With the agreement at hand, she placed her basket down upon a nearby boulder, and searched the sand by her feet. She snagged a few stones, pebbles, a long, archaic looking piece of driftwood, and a random assortment of shells. Taking a solid breath, she grabbed hold of the first rock. “Here it comes!” by way of announcing her motives and movements, before she threw it, definitely not as hard as she could, towards the mer and his trident.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
