[RQ] wild, magical things

Lena

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

It didn’t take her long – shifting back to her human form momentarily to ensure the flowers were put in place, soil moving under her fingertips – before inevitably rejoining her brethren. “Thank you,” she noted to Mateo with a broad grin, snagging at another bundle of peppermint bark and hyacinths from her basket, following over the paths and trails made by the botanist, tucking them gently into the void as best she could.

Noe’s inquiry was best for Mateo, certainly, but Lena thought of the gardens amidst in the Celestine, and how everything inevitably returned. “They find a way,” she murmured in simplicity, roaming towards the next vacant spot.

that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm