Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker fully presumed the merman would be able to counter a small rock – especially one she’d lobbed. When the direct opposite happened, she grimaced, wincing slightly for the effort. “I’m so sorry!” Though it didn’t seem to affect him much, given the notions of readiness and reassurance through the Attuned measures, but Lena’s face still held a noticeable hesitation throughout the whole set of motions.
Snagging at a shell this time, pretty, dainty, and blue, from her pile, she nodded her head. Maybe that would be enough of a signal? A warning? Rolling her shoulders, she wound up again, and then threw the little husk towards Hadama, expecting entirely different results from the first round.
Snagging at a shell this time, pretty, dainty, and blue, from her pile, she nodded her head. Maybe that would be enough of a signal? A warning? Rolling her shoulders, she wound up again, and then threw the little husk towards Hadama, expecting entirely different results from the first round.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
