Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Treading lightly too, as that seemed the safest option, the Caretaker clutched her basket tighter along her arm, following the trailing steps of the Sentinel, pausing each time he did, glancing about. She wasn’t quite certain what she was looking for – other than the obvious – but the notion of other potential sights left her with breezy apprehension.
“Oh, okay,” she nodded in insinuation of where the elements might be located, relying solely on Noah’s experiences and logic. Then she shook her head, feeling a bit foolish again. Maybe everyone else had the same idea? “No, not for Frey. I wanted to use something for the upcoming festival.” Perhaps he hadn’t heard of it, with so many other obligations. “Are you going?”
“Oh, okay,” she nodded in insinuation of where the elements might be located, relying solely on Noah’s experiences and logic. Then she shook her head, feeling a bit foolish again. Maybe everyone else had the same idea? “No, not for Frey. I wanted to use something for the upcoming festival.” Perhaps he hadn’t heard of it, with so many other obligations. “Are you going?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
