Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The Caretaker nodded at his emotions, understanding, acknowledging, that the residual feelings of war, and lifetimes before, were difficult to disengage. Even now, perhaps it was a healthy semblance of defensiveness, after these years. So she said nothing more on the subject, as both were lacking fundamental information.
She followed along instead, intrigued as the middle portions opened up to a breathtaking little oasis and its bounty of laurels: flowers, petals still blooming, bees buzzing before the last days of Leafchange faltered into winter snow. “Oh this is lovely,” she murmured, but the uncertainty plagued at her. “Are we in the center now?” Would this be where they could find an efas herb, or was it meant to be deeper within?
She followed along instead, intrigued as the middle portions opened up to a breathtaking little oasis and its bounty of laurels: flowers, petals still blooming, bees buzzing before the last days of Leafchange faltered into winter snow. “Oh this is lovely,” she murmured, but the uncertainty plagued at her. “Are we in the center now?” Would this be where they could find an efas herb, or was it meant to be deeper within?
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
