Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She half-wondered if Hadama was reassuring her just so she wouldn’t feel bad. She certainly would have feelings about being hit by a rock – but maybe the mer were made of sterner, stoic stuff. “Okay,” she muffled into a vague whisper, still not wholly convinced. He’d managed to glean off the portions of the shell anyway, so there wasn’t a harsh impact, and less of a wince on Lena’s part.
As he nodded for her to persist and continue, the youth snagged at a different object from her pile. This time it was a portion of driftwood, clearly aged and shriveled from its time amongst the waves, and then finally the sand. Gripping the twig, she gave a solid bob of her head to indicate she was throwing again, before winging it towards Hadama.
As he nodded for her to persist and continue, the youth snagged at a different object from her pile. This time it was a portion of driftwood, clearly aged and shriveled from its time amongst the waves, and then finally the sand. Gripping the twig, she gave a solid bob of her head to indicate she was throwing again, before winging it towards Hadama.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
