Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The excitement buoyed from her heart, gently clasping around the herb and plucking it from the ground, roots and all. It strongly outweighed the notions of greed or avarice, so much so that she wondered if this was all they deserved. “I think we may run another risk of staying much longer,” for they’d yet to encounter any other horrific obstacles, save for the Labyrinth itself. “But we’ll always know which way to go now,” and she winked, suggesting, perhaps, a marked route on Darkeye’s map to maneuver with the facets of the warren’s new embodiments.
Rising from her crouch, she dusted herself off, before tenderly and gently placing the bounty within her basket. “I think we can head back." Then, once her staff was made, she’d be able to return to Frey, and ensure more healing could take place.
Rising from her crouch, she dusted herself off, before tenderly and gently placing the bounty within her basket. “I think we can head back." Then, once her staff was made, she’d be able to return to Frey, and ensure more healing could take place.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
