Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
She listened again, aware and attentive, striving to seek the right path, the right way, to acquire that singular herb. “All right,” was a firm agreement, for she had nothing else to base it off of – a wealth of experience in so many platitudes, but certainly not this one. “Middle it is!”
With a smile towards the panther and warpriest, she meandered through the middle path, watching as it remained flanked by the same high hedges, until branching into only two lanes once more. “Right or left?” Nothing seemed to indicate anything uncanny, though the squirrels had started up again, a multitude of them chattering away along the inclinations towards the left. This way! they uttered, massive tails waving.
With a smile towards the panther and warpriest, she meandered through the middle path, watching as it remained flanked by the same high hedges, until branching into only two lanes once more. “Right or left?” Nothing seemed to indicate anything uncanny, though the squirrels had started up again, a multitude of them chattering away along the inclinations towards the left. This way! they uttered, massive tails waving.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
