Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Lena didn’t slight the man his paranoia; given everything the world had been through, perhaps it was safer to be apprehensive and wary. “I don’t think I’ve met any of these Ancients. They have horns? Is that all?” Would it be much like the Ascended, in the way their fangs glistened? The war had caused so many other multitudes of death, distrust, and demolition, that she wondered if they had to fear all these new things too. Which would’ve been a shame, in a world of opportunity.
But she nodded – because perhaps it would be that simple. To ask. To grant them access to a home, to a land that needed people desperately.
She waited as he pulled out a map, eyes flickering to it without prying or looking over his shoulder. The companion offered little, though Lena tucked a laugh behind her hand, for the notion had been there just the same, if very catlike. “All right.” If they were wrong, they could simply turn around and head back in the other direction.
And then of course, they didn’t come to any dead end – but to a cluster of choices and opportunities in three. Ignoring the squirrels that had followed them along, she glanced back at the cleric. “Middle, maybe?”
But she nodded – because perhaps it would be that simple. To ask. To grant them access to a home, to a land that needed people desperately.
She waited as he pulled out a map, eyes flickering to it without prying or looking over his shoulder. The companion offered little, though Lena tucked a laugh behind her hand, for the notion had been there just the same, if very catlike. “All right.” If they were wrong, they could simply turn around and head back in the other direction.
And then of course, they didn’t come to any dead end – but to a cluster of choices and opportunities in three. Ignoring the squirrels that had followed them along, she glanced back at the cleric. “Middle, maybe?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
