Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
In others’ presence, Mittens bellowed an all mighty screech – which could’ve indicated multitudes of things (welcoming, disruption, mayhem…). So she pretended it was nothing, and extended greetings of her own instead. Nodding at the younger woman’s claim, she persisted much in the same stead. “Nice to meet you,” came along a sunny disposition, knowing her brother and all his platitudes enough. Though, if she could recall, hadn't this been the one quite unhappy with Sohalia's rise to leadership?
Shrugging her shoulders at the whereabouts of Mateo, because there were probably many likelihoods and the Caretaker could only name a polite scarce few, the secret would remain so as the botanist arrived. Turning her head, shaking it mildly, she grinned nonetheless. “No worries,” though she did peek at his bag of holding and all its designations, not surprised to see so many wondrous accompaniments. “Of course not. They look lovely.”
As for beginning, she twisted slightly to the left, where the first one was only a few yards away. “I figured we could start here and work our way around?” She indicated in a clockwise direction with one finger, though they’d probably have to occasionally branch off if there were some out of the noteworthy pattern.
Snagging at Mittens, who’d begun turning itself over in snowball somersaults, she began walking towards the initial hole, snagging at a few blue blooms in her basket.
Shrugging her shoulders at the whereabouts of Mateo, because there were probably many likelihoods and the Caretaker could only name a polite scarce few, the secret would remain so as the botanist arrived. Turning her head, shaking it mildly, she grinned nonetheless. “No worries,” though she did peek at his bag of holding and all its designations, not surprised to see so many wondrous accompaniments. “Of course not. They look lovely.”
As for beginning, she twisted slightly to the left, where the first one was only a few yards away. “I figured we could start here and work our way around?” She indicated in a clockwise direction with one finger, though they’d probably have to occasionally branch off if there were some out of the noteworthy pattern.
Snagging at Mittens, who’d begun turning itself over in snowball somersaults, she began walking towards the initial hole, snagging at a few blue blooms in her basket.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
