Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Distracted from the aspects of further kindling, the youth bent to snag at a few herb blossoms winding their way through the snow – strong, hardy, and beneficial for everyone in Stormbreak. Breaking off a few or tugging down into their roots, she tilted her head, listening all the while, striving not to frown at the subject matter of simply having more people. “I’m not sure how to entice any others.” Previous ventures hadn’t been kind to Stormbreak. “Could we hold a…festival, or something?” What would lure them to the ancient world, and make them want to stay?
The subject matter of the Grounds gave her some manner of pause, mostly because she was so unfamiliar with it. Stories of a world locked away for hundreds of years could only travel so many times around the stony villas and ancient landmarks before becoming slightly absurd and altered. “That’s too bad. I suppose, being cut off from everyone else for so long, they managed to find other means of survival.” She shrugged her shoulders, pondering, wondering, as she moved to stand again. “I won’t be there long.” A reassurance for Anju, maybe, or herself.
The subject matter of the Grounds gave her some manner of pause, mostly because she was so unfamiliar with it. Stories of a world locked away for hundreds of years could only travel so many times around the stony villas and ancient landmarks before becoming slightly absurd and altered. “That’s too bad. I suppose, being cut off from everyone else for so long, they managed to find other means of survival.” She shrugged her shoulders, pondering, wondering, as she moved to stand again. “I won’t be there long.” A reassurance for Anju, maybe, or herself.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
