Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Absolute glee bounded over the Caretaker’s smile the moment the unicorn twisted her way; her grin an effervescent beam, like she hadn’t been had an embarrassing pratfall moments before. She could hear the warnings, and had experienced enough of the species in the Celestine (and out – given the war antics amidst Stormbreak last year), but carried on anyway - calming her demeanor, despite the laughter threatening to be unleashed as the muzzle drew towards her pockets.
Flattening out her palm, she placed the treat in the center, and reached out towards the mare. “Here you are,” was a gentle croon, with perhaps the promise of more if this instance went well.
Flattening out her palm, she placed the treat in the center, and reached out towards the mare. “Here you are,” was a gentle croon, with perhaps the promise of more if this instance went well.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
