Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
The only noise that came from Lena at that moment was the gentle scrawl of her pencil flying across paper as Anju and Everest brought forth their suggestions. Roads, pathways, and the like, with their abrupt movement made sense to her as well, and so she nodded, indicating her agreement and accord, once her scribing ceased. “Sounds like enough for this season. Then we could broaden our focus in the next,” if that went well, though she spared a glance towards everyone else to see if that was something surmountable.
As for the tents, she too chanced a glance at Anju. Given the lack of information they had, it would be difficult to move forward on those speculations alone. “Would you be willing to send some dragoons to investigate?” She could imagine those like Koa would be eager for the challenge.
As for the tents, she too chanced a glance at Anju. Given the lack of information they had, it would be difficult to move forward on those speculations alone. “Would you be willing to send some dragoons to investigate?” She could imagine those like Koa would be eager for the challenge.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
