Lena
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
and sore must be the storm
The crag was an alteration in scenery, but Lena was persistent in the notions that the blossoms and flowers would flourish in such an atmosphere too. The hues lent a more amiable and friendly tone to the stone staples of Stormbreak’s earth, and she couldn’t help but smile wistfully as she pressed a lavender bloom into the soil, careful and protective as she encouraged the loam and terrain to work with her.
Turning her head at Noe’s answer, she gave another grin, though a bit softer and lighter, nostalgic. “Ah, that would be lovely. My sister was an engineer.” Before her passing in the way the world had tumbled down around them on that fateful day. “We will always have need of them just the same.” Dragoons were one thing, and builders, architects, and devisers quite another.
Turning her head at Noe’s answer, she gave another grin, though a bit softer and lighter, nostalgic. “Ah, that would be lovely. My sister was an engineer.” Before her passing in the way the world had tumbled down around them on that fateful day. “We will always have need of them just the same.” Dragoons were one thing, and builders, architects, and devisers quite another.
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
that kept so many warm
