Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena had heard of peppermint bark quite a bit – it had been a common thing young children amidst Stormbreak munched on. “Oh! Do you use if very often?” Stepping off the path, presuming Ray knew her whereabouts well, the Caretaker remained a trusting individual – kindness for kindness would always be a beneficial thing in life – but her eyes kept glancing elsewhere; to the rustic brush, to the massive trees, to everything else laden in between.
“It’s very beautiful here,” was a light murmur as she finally opted to watch her step over some other fallen logs, though taking a few moments to peer through ferns, just in case. When nothing was deemed suitable, she carried on, following in the herbalist’s wake.
“It’s very beautiful here,” was a light murmur as she finally opted to watch her step over some other fallen logs, though taking a few moments to peer through ferns, just in case. When nothing was deemed suitable, she carried on, following in the herbalist’s wake.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
