Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
Now it was Lena’s turn to be confused, her brows furrowing slightly, but no less gentle or kind. Her fingers stopped working on the woven stems and reeds, striving to puzzle through the complexities without having the full answer or experience. “I’m sorry that happened to you – is that what they said?” That the woman was unworthy? It didn’t sound like the Frey she knew and understood – but deities and heralds had emotions, alterations, and other notions too. Had something been misinterpreted, or had they been needlessly cruel?
As for the other inquiry, the Caretaker could only shrug her shoulders. “They may not directly enforce all of Rae’s components. They have their own ambitions and necessities. You could ask them.” She paused, considering. “But from what I’ve learned about Frey, consent often plays a part. Is that what you mean?”
As for the other inquiry, the Caretaker could only shrug her shoulders. “They may not directly enforce all of Rae’s components. They have their own ambitions and necessities. You could ask them.” She paused, considering. “But from what I’ve learned about Frey, consent often plays a part. Is that what you mean?”
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
