you are more than warm belief

Lena

and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm

“A Chai, though I did ask for extra cinnamon.” And they’d obliged in tremendous amounts, given the overt taste now lingering along her tongue after a hearty sip. Mittens seemed to enjoy its treat with loud crunching (she didn’t try to figure out how it had teeth), and then she offered up a plate of biscuits she’d snagged too, on whims and favors, placing it in the middle of the small table.

Listening to the list of tasks was an intriguing thing; capturing sunlight in a mirror, in ice, in puddles. “Ah, will you be journeying to Halo then?” Given that he’d be able to acquire the element year-round in those aspects.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm