Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Out of habit, the Caretaker had snagged at a few pieces of wild grass nearby, tending to it as she often would with her sister, and beginning to ensnare them into a makeshift crown. Though the plants weren’t as vivid or full of life as they’d be in the spring, there was still some snap and color to them, and she wove along as the stranger spoke – seemingly quite indebted with something.
Her head tilted, listening, before turning upward to glance at the woman as the predicament seemed to make itself known. “Oh, I knew Frey quite well!” Perking upward, Lena was slightly surprised to hear of how the meeting had gone – she’d yet to hear of many that were disappointed in the herald’s ways. “Why do you think that?”
Her head tilted, listening, before turning upward to glance at the woman as the predicament seemed to make itself known. “Oh, I knew Frey quite well!” Perking upward, Lena was slightly surprised to hear of how the meeting had gone – she’d yet to hear of many that were disappointed in the herald’s ways. “Why do you think that?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
