Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena waited for the request – brow arching at the significance of Rae – and settled inward to listen to what may come. The notions of the trade were intriguing, for she wasn’t certain on the entire reason behind it, but figured it could be a feasible outcome. “I can see if I have some in the Celestine,” for there might have been enough left behind from previous enclosures and rock sliders awaiting their moment of respite, repose, and recuperation. If not, there was going to be quite a journey in store for her. Fingers closing in on one another, and uncertain how the transaction would truly go, she steeled herself. “I can go fetch one, while you work on the staff?” Then she’d be out of the woman’s hair, and could return when they’d both completed their orders.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
